Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Fern-Leafed Beech



This tree listened
when my husband died.
I leaned my head
against its trunk
and cried.
No words passed,
but I took its strength
and knew
that life at last
secretly transforms
until what is seen
becomes unseen,
and what has been
is still to be.

–Moyra Caldecott

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