Majestic guardians stand tall.
Keepers of our past,
protectors of our future.
Enclosure in decay.
Crumbling atop the earth
where deep below unseen fingers work
breaking down
releasing regeneration, renewing fertility.
Continued and coppiced.
Rustlings release restraint
an upward melody of movement skyward.
© Sheila Ash, 2015
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