Forgotten Ground Regained

Among the Drumlins

The trees growing in this glen, this glacial kettle,stand like silent friends that scribble truthfrom leaf to leaf, from age to slender youth.These numberless notes, once written, and noted, will settleinto a rustling floor of red and yellow.Lying below this lofty life, I lovethe way the words so whispered sound abovemy mind, the way they make the pell-mell… mellow.
Amid the million moving yellow leavessit slivers of a silent, still, blue sky.Such self-sure shards of blue, slipped through, may showthat when the leaves have left, trees left will grievebut watch a wider view, perhaps see whythe lost leaves grew, so many long lives ago.
In Forgotten Ground Regained, Issue 9, Winter 2026 Psalms and Meditations
Copyright © Eric Colburn, 2025
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