VI: Millenial Melodies

the slow motion

lives of trees

in the forest deep.

empires of pine

wage ancient wars

against city-states of oak.

an insurgency of maple

hides in their midst,

gathering at their trunks,

the nascent revolution

that unwinds over centuries.

morning dew soaks

the soft slick bark

of the frozen sentinels

and paints with strokes

measured in years

the green of pungent

moldy spores.

here a pile of stones,

millenia old,

hewn from a mountain.

the jagged edges of

its primordial eruption

softened by quiet eons,

now draped with pagan cloaks

of forest magic,

the altars of secret

divinations,

pooling with the blood

of moss.

the harmonic revolutions

of parallel life,

the millenial melodies

convering into a chorus

of now.

• August 2025