Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Amidst the Damson Trees



Out here,
amidst the damson trees,
there is another time beyond time.

I gather fruit,
one basket, then another,
but feel the closing in of otherness.

tree roots descend down,
down into the hidden layers of life,
like a mist

Out here,
amidst the damson trees,
memories speak and secrets flow.