This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Trees and Darkness

Trees sponge up darkness,
still moist with night
in bright noon.

[Just an impression. Night has a particular meaning for trees, since they eat light. I suppose, in darkness, they don't starve, but digest (as we do). But these were big globes of summer foliage, even at noon, seeming to hold within them (sources of shade, after all) volumes of night.]

Dean Blehert
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