Sacred stillness resides in the forest, but I hear
invitations for me, floating on the wind and
leading me to a secret spot where
echoing wild calls bounce.
Near the ground, on a fallen log I sit, listening, beneath winter
clouds weighted with moisture begging to
escape
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Copyright © 9/3/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin
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