Tree Light

From its tentative first word (perhaps) to the final phrase, realising here is no journey / only attending to stones / like a story told yet again / by an old friend, the reader is immersed in a woodland that is alive with quiet yet profound epiphaniesthe way we live and die; the way we might weave narratives that change our stories. In this liminal place, which is both a real woodland and an internal space, we learn that What matters is the silence that encircles you... And we find in that silence a liturgy of the natural world we too often forget we are part of.