Inside A Wood Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Inside a wood I feel alive
I am attached to trees

In Dante's forest of Suicides
The damned have become the oak, the elm, the ash

I can think of worse fates
Than to inhabit a tree
There, you can sit in the shadow of an owl
Look at the satin leaves above,
Rustling, sylvan, silken

Watching the thin ribbed hulls
Of tiny birds, sailing from branch to branch

Sometimes I walk the coffin road
To sit in the lovely silence of my forebears
Enter the peace of the dead

Inside a wood I feel alive
We are linked by the green blood
Ofthe earth and its many creatures