The Hollow (9)

den holes

I knock on the tree to see
if a head pokes out

 

a breeze shakes acorns loose

their muffled thumps into rain-
softened moss

 

how great it felt
not to be afraid of falling
in last night’s dream

 

perched aristocratically
among the toadstools

a cranefly

Series Navigation← The Hollow (8)The Hollow (10) →

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.