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Forest dwellers

I enjoy writing poetry - it's both challenging and fun creating images and stories in poetic form.


Tree spirits live
Capturing tiger striped sunlight
In their gnarled and calloused hands.

Robed in swathing mists
They drift slowly to the creek
And drink liquid glass water
From its steaming flow.

Touching hands, they begin to dance;
An effortless gliding dance
Of peace and passion.

Their songs fill the air with silence
Wakefulness stirs with the song
As mellow golden sunlight
Pours into the valley.

With the salute of a rooster
The dancing slows.
The tree spirits leave,
Wise and fearless
They know they will dance again.

© 2022 Nan Hewitt

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