Let me tell you of the forest,
stories written in earth tongue
transmitted by mycelial mat.
Bare limbs severed,
raw splinters,
rib cages buried in moss.

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Michele S. Cornelius spent years chasing clouds on the back roads of the west, but is now settled in Southeast Alaska where she wanders in old-growth forests, admires the sea, and works to capture ephemeral bits of nature.  Her website is michelescornelius.com.