TREE TALK

Sharonlee, thank you so much for this beautiful poem. I had not heard the word "Dryads" before and so had to look it up to make sure I was understanding it's usage correctly in your poem. Such a beautiful expression of your intimate connection with nature, and your essential attunement to the devic kingdoms ... it has warmed my heart and soul, and taught me something *new* in the process. ~http://www.theoi.com/Nymphe/Dryades.html 

Art by Moki

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.
-Wendell Berry

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