Fern-Leafed Beech

  

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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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tony howell
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