Winter Wood
Skeletons of trees stand
ghostly and translucent
next to deep green pine
they fade
Sometimes I wonder about trees
Do they know they’re home?
Do they know of time?
Look down
there are whitewater rapids below my feet
and my legs become roots in this water
It’s then, alone in the mountains
I find I’m home
Photo: I got this picture by eyeing this building off the side of the road while driving through the Vermont winter woods. Per usual on road trips, I made my mom pull over just so I could get this shot.
Katie Chamberlain ~ Portfolio 