Sunday, 19 October 2014

Trees 12 October 2014

Sophia's photos and poem

The silver birch
Tall, elegant gentle swaying  
Delicate leaves, nerve endings                                          
Roots, deep down feeding soil                                          
White bark healing skin                                               

Jamie's writing

Like a butterfly in free fall a single leaf takes the plunge and separates from the mother tree - a tall beech.  The suggestion on the breeze that now is the time to make that fluttering journey rolling and floating down to the ground, that earthy resting place surrounded by her cousins, nestling down, welcome in this bed of many. The sense of self drifting away as she settles.