deepundergroundpoetry.com

Leaf Song

I have hiked most of my life—
    
huffed up hills unawares    
of the delicate leaf song  
  when Grandfather Sun    
  warmed frost on their bones;    
as though a tribe of women    
kneading bread in the kitchen—  
  throated hums echoing    
  methodical hands in rhythm    
   
There are three score years  
  and a trillion steps under my belt;    
  yet, was never aware    
of their liminal passage rite    
unto the Valley of Death  
 
One lifetime is never enough  
to learn, nor appreciate it all     
~
Written by Ahavati (Tams)
Published
Author's Note
They sing if you listen
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 30 reading list entries 13
comments 52 reads 1265
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 1:05am by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:24am by Ahavati
POETRY
Today 00:15am by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:51pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 10:00pm by Anne-Ri999
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 8:38pm by Her