Song Of The Hill


Song Of The Hill

~Deana J. Tavares

I made my peace

With her

I bid my adieu

Reflected upon all the spaces

Where light

Had trickled through


Where deer met berries

Foxes leafy mounds

Dripping through the branches


Bird-like sounds


Every inch of the ground

Junipers they thrived

Tip toeing around

Tiny forest guides


I will carry you

In deep green

Earthy breaths

Where sprigs


Tendrils bloom

Within an open chest

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