Be Still*

June 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

Just Breathe.

Breathe. Take a step back. 
I was carved out of wood and stone.
Born in the North.
It shows most days. But not right now.
The cold can be a beautiful thing.
That first breath of winter air. The sound of snow under your feet.
The silence.

When I was younger I swore the trees could talk.
Always groaning about the cold, whispering secrets.
It used to scare me.
But now, that’s all I want.
Barefoot in earth’s summer coat of green. I want to stand in the birch wood and listen.
Just listen.  

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