I walk through the woods

and imagine it full of books:

novels returning home,


pages between roots,

words manifesting

within fleshy, breathing bark,


dappled light adorning 

every dust jacket with sun spots

as leaves curl


around well-thumbed spines,

earth settling into bookmark ribbons

and wrinkled, ink worn skins.



Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Image by Eli Digital Creative from Pixabay

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