By Kade Hornbuckle

Neither over or under,
they are the children of the in-between.
Their tendrils forever reaching,
yearning for sky and mantle,
remain stationary,
They are the sublime elementals
who interact through wind,
bleed with water,
embrace earth,
nourish fire,
and embody aether.
It would take a thousand generations
to fully comprehend their secrets.
If only I knew phyllomancy,
to see if, on red moon nights,
they choose to uproot,
and promenade to somewhere new.

Categories: Issue 4, Poetry | 1 Comment

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One thought on “Cypress

  1. Cork

    Do their roots fall from the sky?

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