Still Life

Published March 14, 2012 by rlmcdermott

She loved the

moon light in

the moonlight,

the ceaseless

murmuring of

her own leaves,

the hard wood

of her hardwood,

and, yes, the

dark forest.


She loved the

shadow in

the shadows,

witness and


sentinel to

her sadness,

rooted in

the moonlight,

rooted in

the trees.

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