Into the Blue…

Wild Passing

We forget our wild places.
Those deep shadowed, cool bogs
of another time and place.
Fleet in passing – pulled and pushed
past old forests parted by rivers
untraveled and unmarked.
A glimpse. A pause. A sigh.
And the wild whispers memory
back into our souls.

June 2007

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