We’re surrounded by the dead and dying,tangled and defying, branch and tree like giant corpses nourish everything.Even sleeping trees can conjure growth into green froth of luminosityin village, city, copse and forest. From lifeless days under leaden skies, wewatch sleeping trees slowly conjure spring. Kim M. Russell, 25th January, 2024 Over at the dVerse Poets […]
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