Refuge

Winds blow and rain stings my cheek;
leaves decay at my fingertips and tickle my nose.
Sunlights speckles above and the greening
canopy covers my head, limbs smooth
and strong, tangle of vines my refuge.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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