Hymn of the Fallen Tree

Let me rest among these giant souls that stand
where trees once stood.

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Here, greens break into blacky-blues and dragonflies
and dusts of beetle dung grow old withal.

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Let me rest among the salmonberry and the tumblewood
of cotton, ash and hemlock, fir and cedar.

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And let the wind stir of pine above the fall reawaken me
in early greens and sapling dress, anon.

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Previous titled, “Tumblewood”; published 2014, The Footprint Press.

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