After a month of life (college graduations, knee injury, cross-country travel) I’m back just in time for Lexington Poetry Month!
Appalachian pranayama
as night falls, the mingled exhalation of trees rises
from wooded slopes; misty breath of forest
collects in the creases between mountains, rolls
downhill to inundate farmsteads and towns,
a snowy river of quiescence faintly aglow
and blue in the deepening twilight
(Reposted from the Lexington Poetry Month website: https://lexpomo.com/poem/appalachian-pranayama/)
detail from a pedestal in Central Park, New York City
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