Wind runs wild over sun-burnt grass, leaves fight longevity
only trunk will triumph over time-
odd to think you were once a shoot someone let shine.
I’ve cut down so much in these past days
trying to find a path between space and this place
once again taken root under the footing I pressed but lightly
into its soil.
Nature is nonstop, as is time and tide and ties that are forever
only to twist again into holds more sophisticatedly complicated
Wild runs these winds over things not yet tossed.
All words and photos by Damien B Donnelly