So it comes away in layers,
flakes and falls like bark.
Not the single slice you hoped for,
not that clean cut you wanted…
Just as I felt faeries 30 years ago, I can feel this tree's life. I see what she protects, and how she anchors the garden…
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I gather fallen limbs,
handle lichened bones
with reverence,
returning them
to the base of their tree.