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| Mikhail Peace |
Plant me beneath the trees in the soil I came from
Plant me beneath my leaf-bound companions
who soothed me with a gentle breeze
and shade in the heat of summer
Let me listen again to their rustling sounds and singing
As I rest within their storied embrace
Where the smell of green grass comes alive after spring rains
And cascading leaves of fall color
parade through an old man’s young boy’s imagination
Riding crisp edge toward the season to come
Where hickory and oak remain transparent through winter’s gaze
Offering themselves for hearth’s crackling warmth
Grown quiet in winter’s sleep
they stretch their limbs toward a promise to come
When budding beckons new birth in Spring.
This poem has been previously published in Gracious Plenty
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| Michael Braswell |
Michael Braswell has published books on ethics, justice issues, and the spiritual journey as well as four short story collections. His poems and stories have appeared in several publications, including Foreshadow, Mobius, and Literary Heist. His most recent books are When Jesus Came to the Cracker Barrel (2024) and Gracious Plenty (2025).
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