‘Imprint’ by C. Murray

 

          Amber
  her halls—
by the periphery trees
open out sky's lungs.
   There are small birds
below, 
      they sing
        her boundaries: 
 clay and Blue–
this living thing.
I touch her skin, it
strikes White   heart
-wood      blood runs 
    white with light.
She tells her tale,
Silver  
       beech,
a wren–
                   
           © C. Murray 2020

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