drooping limbs flailing she-died -- not quickly
Down she fell into the tree but she never could tell which was her or the tree © 2018 Melinda J. Irvine
The earth has worked her magic on me, in return for my love of being a tree. Anne Louise Ramsey.
i wish i could give you the beauty of this tree how (even in all this) rusted bars dirty glass framed with grime and plastic tubes roaring air-con dust clad window noise little pieces of wire strung bits of stuff…
tita mel can i? no! tita mel please can i? no! tita mellllll ... no! © 2016 Melinda Irvine
i sit in quiet companioned by sounds of birds the secrets of trees and leaves resting exactly as they fell to earth stone © 2016 Melinda Irvine