Trees are their own entity and they are, themselves, a home for others.
Soft Earth’s embrace
Heat rising from ground’s body
I imagine the boiling magma heart
Fall and rise in circles
Umber gold comes out in Autumn florals
Speckled warmth, dappled sky,
Colours flux and change positions
Orange shifts from tree to backdrop sky
Sun rolls downhill
Swallowed by Horizon’s mouth
Darkness rises – spectral sheet
Holes let the light through, shine.
“Look for me in the trees.”
The city lay there,
Peter looked through it.
Finds him at the end.