Green Tongues

Lapping the Sun

Trees in the meadow unfold a thousand light-green tongues to lap the sun

The purpose of my Wolfku Musings (and yes, this is one of those) is to revisit Wolfkus of the past and dig down a little into the earth that spawned and grew them to see what insights nourished them as they expanded and grew wings or leaves or breath — for usually, my Wolfkus are the final turn, the final link in a long (or not so long) train of thought or intuitions: the resulting flower (or bird) as it were — if I may be so bold.

This musing, though, had no underlying question or train of ponder to spawn and grow it; it was just something I observed during my morning walk.

Just a pretty picture.

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