The Forest Calls

The forest calls to my deepest longing,
pre-verbal embodiment,
earth to core,
fairy greens and more, ever green,
eternal mist of knowing.

From cyclic sea to graying sky to massive tree to mulchy ground,
thresholds and portals and visions clear and bold,
like steam rising.
like steam rising.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019

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