The Forest – Neridah McMullin

A stillness,
falls about me.
Whether it’s
my mood,
or the forest,
overhearing,
my thoughts,
I’m not sure.
The earth,
is damp,
with memory.
Of those trees,
already lived,
and died.
Fallen rich,
in the humus.
Rustling,
chirruping,
a gentle shift
of leaves,
soothe me.
until I’m breathing,
with the forest.