Deep loam calls
humid ‘neath the firs
and soaring cedars
creating a dark canopy of motion
against the leaden sky.

Deep loam calls
silent size 4 footfalls
between the swaying ferns
and hoary beards of ancient giants
watching children play.

Deep loam calls
narrow deer tracks
overgrown green carpets
soft like feathers – the perfect bed
for childhood daydreams.


When you grow up in a temperate rainforest you learn to either love or hate being in the forest. I chose the former, a different world just a few feet from my driveway, a deep, dark and moody place with a breathtaking beauty within its’ silence.

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