Spirits of the Forest

In Forest Presence
I listen,
leaves
and needles rustle
Voices
Hum inside
Hemlock bark
sounding
if only humans
would listen
Incantations
erupt beneath
the forest floor
wrapped
in a tapestry of threads
millions of miles
of white
cottony intentions
interevntions?
made manifest
by Raven and
Owl
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