Episode 98: Poetry Reading

Deep in a wood past overgrown dirt roads and lesser-traveled paths a cabin waits no longer abandoned but rejoined to the land Logs weathered to silver their growth rings holding time carved edges remembering the hands that shaped them Windows mirror only trees now vines draw the corners shut the roof bows gently to the slow grammar of seasons Long ago footsteps pressed into soil voices settled in the grain Light sifts through rafters like dust remembering air The hewn wood returns to the living tree, root and beam speak the same language And the forest patient as breath remembers everything and keeps its ownWritten by https://www.threads.com/@laurajmwrites This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com