I am the beech tree
who keeps her shriveled golden leaves
through winter’s creeping withdraw.
Just a spark of silver
in the barren wood.
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Wise Heart Practices of Movement, Metaphor, Meditation & Meaning
I am the beech tree
who keeps her shriveled golden leaves
through winter’s creeping withdraw.
Just a spark of silver
in the barren wood.