original painting
acrylic, pencil and pastel on stretched canvas
76 x 102 cm
under leaves
time doesn't tick
it waves in willow
it pauses in the prickle
it spends itself in the fall of flowers
and in the grow cut grow cut of grass
under leaves
time says, slow now
and wonder at the wonder
of who took the green and spilt it over everything
why petals nod yes even when wind wilds them so
and how a seed knows to read stories
might we meet under leaves
in unticked, shade slowed time
amid the tangle
might we dig at the earth
and watch for when light lights the shadow
and notice the dance of wings
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