Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Up-ended by weather, pulled from the ground;
decomposition returns you home to the earth.
And so the wheel turns.
brings to mind Neruda’s timeless question…
“Why do trees hide
the splendor of their roots?”
“Por qué los árboles esconden
el esplendor de sus raíces?”