ForestTotem

After the devastation of the harvested forest,

there rises the totem of new growth

it is thus

a continuum

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'Poetry is when you make new things familiar and familiar things new'

 

 

ImageDownUnder

"Mirror on the forest floor
what's revealed behind this door"

After last week's winter showers,
every where I walk I find rain-mirrors
scattered in the forest,
pulling clouds from the sky
and light into dark forest places.

'The Man who never in his mind traveled to heaven is no artist'