awe – Leaf And Twig

If The Liminal Could Be Seen

palisades shrouded in mist
its sacredness seeps into my bones
and I stand in reverence

when my flame of awe flickers
nature’s beauty
fans it back to fire

petals and wings
are ephemeral things
pulling on our heart strings

all the benedictions of spring
are rivaled by
the transformations of decay

A hint of a face made of knots.
Is it wonder or awe or angst that it shares?
Could it be a wooden reflection?