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Michael Edwards

THEIR SANCTUARY

 

 

THEIR SANCTUARY

 

 

Interfusing shadows fall

from leprous trunks of ancient oak

and twisting boughs form canopies

beneath the rain washed skies.

 

Only motes are seen to stir

in narrow beams of light that strike

the forest floor in tonal light

where dryads seek their sanctuary.

 

 

 

 

Michael Edwards © July 2018