An index of first growth,
bound in curled leaf,
a glossary of shadow,
over the deep crunched floor
of cone and splinter, of spruce.
Coda; the glass
of silence is often broken,
lost words seek
the brown narrative of winter,
the best time
to read the trees, the text
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'The glass of silence is often broken', very apt description of a forest when suddenly a bird will sing, or the wind rustles the trees, really loved this imagery, it immediately touched my mind's memory. Have spent many hours camping in forests. Beautiful picture of it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn