#smallpoems #writingcommunity #poemsofpresence Our tree now stretches a blanket pulled over, warming us all. Leaves, tired, thirsty drained by savage
#smallpoems #writingcommunity #poemsofpresence Our tree now stretches a blanket pulled over, warming us all. Leaves, tired, thirsty drained by savage drought of human history. Unfurling on a new day, A new hour. And while we look up, and bask in new light we can never forget No root, no tree, Silently, underground networks worked to make it happen. Our roots
Greg McVerry