Friday, September 13, 2013

The Cypress Swamp

Beneath our feet, a dense hot tea
steeps in the cypress canopy.
Each plant signed the limestone print,
rust colored remnants of identity.
Tannins swim above waved sand,
keepers of heartwood eternity.

First published in Bear Creek Haiku.  June 2013.  Print and online.

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