Drunken Forests – The Poetry of Science

The ground wavers –a shiver in its frost-hold,where root-pillars slipgrasping for footholdsin the thawed earth’s churn.Branches stretch uneven,green shroudsnow heavy with silence –through ice-skin’s breach,the sunken heart stirs,its iron-mirrors fracturedinto shifting loam.Tree-spines lean,their sky-fingers clutchingat the sun’s bright seam –a…








