We sat in the company of trees

It was as if we had walked out from the trees

Not out of the woods, but actually;

Out of the trees

Sat like Yews, water caught in our opened bellies,

Slightly hunched, slightly waiting, a little aware

The tight weave of growth and rough pattern

Has kept time out with it’s

Own sap sprung pace, bark filtered sound

Leaf fingered light

We sat in the company of trees

Listening.


So What?