Over bleached wooden skin

Forest Floor In silent canyons
mossy drapes-
drawn over bleached
wooden skin-
hush those who
dare intrude

each sentinel
gazes dully
as its once-verdant
children flutter
away to the soft
floor and die.

Author: AJM

Writer, sociologist, Unitarian Universalist. View all posts by AJM

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