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by Phoebe Brown

There is vibrant
sound here. Cicadas rattle
their wings together—warm
and long.

They are the monks
of these cathedral
trees. This plainchant
leads

to a leaf litter
floor, a ripple
in the water,
a brown cardinal’s
call.

The dust is sweet
like confectioners
sugar hanging
in the air. Filtered

light dots me
with shade
and sun.

When did I forget
you?

You never left. I did.

There is wisdom
in these woods, these grains
of sand, this heartbeat
oak hammock.

I only thought I was alone.

A solitary path is filled
with sky touching pines,
soft ground moss,
and animals to accompany me

home.

Phoebe Brown attends the University of Tampa’s Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing Program. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Healing Muse and Touch: The Journal of Healing. She is a Florida native who finds inspiration in nature and its workings.

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2 COMMENTS
  • John / April 3, 2013

    A great pastoral piece with vivid imagery and apt metaphors and similes. The author takes us on a sensory walk through nature.

  • Jan / April 29, 2013

    So beautifully written … Monet in words.

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