august

I feel as though I’m on a beach freed from a forest with much to teach it spoke with me, like a leaf to a peach although while inside I was out of reach. Above me now I see the sky when before I felt the branches sigh now a wide horizon draws a line I can run, or drive, just leave and fly. The cozy woods sure drew me in with claims to be my next of kin in vibrant greens as summer begins, then autumn came with the rain and wind. It’s true what they say about winter days, arriving in fog, a bone-chilling haze nature retreats without sunny rays as everything slows, stops, and obeys. These towering trunks can become a dome, they are patient and rooted within their home some older than buildings in ancient Rome yet here they breathe and endure on their own. Change is constant in the trees as each life will stand and simply be beneath such cold, and then such heat, the consistent growth got the best of me. A sprawling forest is an unsayable place where sunbeams bring a warm embrace through filtered leaves like patterned lace as shaded breezes dance with grace. Only whole with each blossoming bloom, seldom these woods see sadness or gloom silent seasons are a temple, not tomb, as new life descends, old must make room.

.amk.