Haiku My Heart ~ Wild


the woods come inside
and wrap my home in the wild
can you hear the call

Every year around Thanksgiving week, my dear friends and neighbors travel to their cabin in the woods in Oregon and bring me home a tree from the wild. They obtain permits to do this and it is always a mystery as to the size and personality of the tree that will live with me for the next few weeks…

This year’s tree is gorgeous. Nine feet tall and silver tipped. This one even has the fur of some critter that climbed among its branches and rubbed along the dry ones at the bottom! Nestled in my bay window I feel as if I have a house guest and treasure this time together, breathing deeply and dreaming of the wild forest.


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