The American Beech

[michaelboy]

As the wind surrounds its trunk, each limb repeatedly resists and supplicates as both engage to become healthy, strong and at peace. There are days my hands encounter a landscape of diminished purpose, left without touch or atmosphere - simply gravity and practicality to ground the desire that courses in the life which murmurs beneath my chest.

Comments

[cybermule]

Aww. It's beautiful. The hill opposite my home when I was a kid was covered in copper beech trees. It was beautiful at this time of year.