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A Woodland Ensemble - Psithurism of the Trees.

The plane tree
With paper-like rustle
Elephant patches
And scaly trunk.

Memories
And mellow whispers
Of a darkest tempest
Dropping the bass.

Constable elms
Whispering, suckering saplings
Converting
To beetle runs beneath.

Ash-
With minstrel keys
playing harmonies
masking sinister die back.

Crataegus thickets
The scratchy
rasping may
catch you quick.

Whispering pines
Bend forwards
Reaching skywards
Splintering the silence.

Mother beech
With spaltered
Marks waltzing
And humoresque streaks.

Holly reigns in
Summer solstice
Days shorten
And poco a poco winter returns.

King of the woods
Ships hold
Forte and
Table fast.

Eric
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