Forest

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.  .  .  .  .  .  .   I love you. 
                The wet dips and the 
        dry crests of you. The wild living 
      heart of you. I love every part of you. 
        In spring you grow and deepen and in 
    summer you glow. In autumn I leave you. As 
    I walk  away weeping, you rustle and sigh 
   behind me, your extremeties dying. But winter
      is for sleeping and we have to part for a  
    while. When warmer weather returns you will 
      stretch and grow again. You will protect me  
     and caress my spirit with a floor of flowers.   
     You will welcome me into the depths of you.
           Again I will walk your verdant 
                 paths, and worship
                      beneath 
                       your 
                       ever 
                      expand -
                    ing canopy 
                of  green  leaves

The Daily Post #Tree

©Jane Paterson Basil

28 thoughts on “Forest”

    1. Thank you Linda. I cheated – it’s a slightly edited version of something I wrote almost two years ago. I was curious to to see if it would get more noticed now I’ve got more followers. I think my poetry has become a bit samey and dull.

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          1. I guess I can relate a bit in the sense that I do go back and reread old journal entries to ‘see’ where my head was at back then…what’s interesting to me is how I lied to myself in my own journals..making things sound better than they were

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              1. I don’t know Jane…..it seems silly now, in light that I’ve ‘come clean’ with myself here…..I haven’t written in my journal in a while..but I know that when I do pick it up and resume, I’ll be journaling differently…

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    1. Thank you!
      I hope I don’t sound silly when I say trees have always been kind to me. I’ve always been able to turn to them in times of trouble, although the trees in town aren’t able to nurutre in the same way. Maybe they have too many confusing energies surrounding them. Even the healthiest ones aren’t happy.
      I’m a country person.

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          1. Lol. You have plenty of alternate career options 🙂 jokes apart, children are born with instinctive knowledge that years of education slowly but surely smothers. I teach my son to think and imagine the wildest stuff he can. He’s 4 but the studies are already headed far away from magic and fairies…

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