shivering the mirror

and what ifyou grew roots,awakened spirit,became treebound–your blood flowingglorious amidst sapwood–your body suddenlymagnificent, unhewn—your arms branchingtoward the sun,Familiar to birds,ancient, floatingon the breath of wings–your heartwoodtrembling, weightless,awash in light? A quadrille for dVerse, where De has given us the word wing, and for earthweal, where Sherry has asked us to speak for the trees. I’ve … Continue reading shivering the mirror