marisa dipaola
July 7, 2009
honeysuckle
Gathered beech leaves,
sewn together like faire wings,
celebrate the sweet nectar of life.
At the end of winter, these golden leaves are the first glimmer of the new cycle to come;
the last shimmers still clinging to their branches in the now bare forest.
Each leaf was collected individually from a stand of beech trees,
after first asking each tree to shed itself to become apart of this gown,
as I shed myself
to enter their glowing, honey-colored world.
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