A lovely pine elder will
tell you secrets.
Go
lie quietly in a forest,
I shall hold its
confidence
dear to my heart’s
nakedness.
My readers
surprise and impress,
but the tree shared.
Should I print all I learned?
As a writer I’m tempted.
I never imagined.
it’s shared secrets.
I spoke with a tree.
I spoke with a tree.
I’ve heard that it’s dangerous!
