Near my Nana and Granddad’s house in England beside the gently flowing New River with its grassy banks is a fabulous graveyard. It is full of tombstones. Every time I visit I feel as though I could spend hours beneath a huge tree with weeping branches that pick up the wind and hold me close to the earth.

notes on that great tree

the branch just comes down
a long arm reaching
relaxing
each frond patient in the wind

you are so sturdy
yet so supple
your arms protective of your spirits

gently sweeping the musty air
away from the graves
planted at your feet 

 

 

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