This surprised Ent, or maybe a tree bear, in the wood stump outside our back door made me smile today. He or she looks a little shocked. Or maybe about to burst into song? Do not underestimate the spiritual weapon of laughter – for those of us who are sensitive, or prone to bouts of depression, for those of us who are lonely or feeling hopeless – the ability to see something innocent to smile or chuckle at is priceless indeed.
text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017
Embryos unfurling, stretching to prehistoric patterns. The forest light filtering through your serrations, the unfossilised, fresh-fronded teeth of pure unsullied green. Here is a nursery unravelling then, millions of years of timeless tedium, edenic shapes, untouched touchstone of evolution, perfect pyramids emerging, ancient parchments unrolling to reveal your viriditas vellum, your undeterred, unchanged message. Only the wind rustling the unread pages.
©Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2015