Monostich Slatch #6 (While hugging a crying woman I didn’t know)
The matriarch tree of this wide old street
will give us strength to keep on
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I like the description of the tree as a matriarch. It really does bring to mind the really tall and ancient ones that have been there for years and years and years.
“The matriarch tree” is a perfect description. Thinking about those matriarch trees I love well.
Warming little goosebumps trot down the knobbly burls of my curling spine as I read this, comforted maybe as much as the hug you’ve been kind enough to describe.