Our Trees, micropoetry by Ilyse Fein at Spillwords.com
Olena Sergienko

Our Trees

Our Trees

written by: Ilyse Fein

 

Do they breathe? Yes!
Do they feel? I do not know.
And yet I feel them, hear them
joyously singing, dancing
in the wind and rain,
calling out to all–Come.
Shade in my shadows.
Nest in my boughs.
Rest and find
comfort.

Latest posts by Ilyse Fein (see all)