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Leslie Philibert

London, England

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London, England

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An index of first growth,
bound in curled leaf,
a glossary of shadow,

over the deep crunched floor
of cone and splinter, of spruce.
Coda; the glass

of silence is often broken,
lost words seek
the brown narrative of winter,

the best time
to read the trees, the text

Leslie Philibert

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Roseann Shawiak 24 January 2016

'The glass of silence is often broken', very apt description of a forest when suddenly a bird will sing, or the wind rustles the trees, really loved this imagery, it immediately touched my mind's memory. Have spent many hours camping in forests. Beautiful picture of it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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