tree there is no waiting – no now no then only here, new sun flickering lichen bark on old trees. piet-my-vrou between call and answer is silence, cuckoo calls again never loosing faith, knowing it is the silence that shapes its call.
because some days i watch my skin dissolve in your presence and my being ever expanding like the space between stars drifts morning light amongst the trees.
deep in the valley i hear my daughters’ laughter clear as light amongst the shadows of trees. here, sun warm and drunk on butterfly beauty i catch the sigh that has held me breathless and alone for days and gift it to the waiting wind.
on a path in the forest soft earth underfoot amongst sun fern edges a woman walks walks towards the light. in her heart is the forest with soft earth underfoot and there a woman walks walks towards the light. in this woman’s heart is the forest earth soft light amongst the ferns and there a…