Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
yew And the message of the yew tree is blackness ‒ blackness and silence. Sylvia Plath
shade and a conversation of crows and blackbirds funeral clothes and the hush of a sleeping baby
mouldering bones slow exhalation of atomised souls shadows of time long generations past in murmurs
furrowing bark shudder of an arrow dusk and the passing of badgers
frozen nights creaking with ice dark winter days to hold onto life
deep green and quiet so many trees
so many messages
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