trees sleep standing up

Posted on by L.T.L.

they undress for the winter,
then cover their feet,
then stretch out towards the sky,
and go to sleep.

they dream of little scurrying critters
in some warm place
in a realm far beyond
this reality.

the tree dreams
take the whole winter
to fill out, to grow –

the little scurrying critters
put on their winter cloaks.

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Published by L.T.L.

i was born in the past century. i tried the living fast, but i failed to die young. from all the choices of study before me, i chose linguistics and languages. i am a stranger here, on this earth, on my way to seek my eternal home.