
Where light seeps, trees speak.
Woodland spirits, dryads, fauns
shape-shift clothed in green.
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Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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Really lovely, Sarah. 🙂
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It’s one of my regular magical and peaceful walks — well, sometimes peaceful but for squirrels arguing with magpies, cawing crows, and woodpeckers tapping at trees with their “hammer drill” beaks!
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love this, it’s so much how I feel about the woods
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So glad my words resonated with you, Joss 🙂
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Beautiful, Sarah.
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🙂
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I could melt into those woods. very beautiful Sarah !! I love the Haiku!
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What a lovely description, Cybele — about “melting” into the woods.
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I can almost see the faeries Sarah!!!
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You know, Ghia, the gnats dancing in the sunlight looked quite faerie-like!
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