Poem found in Madrid, Spain.
leave skin at my feet,
a welcome home perfumes the air
I look for my comfort trees, sometimes find them, their branches used for vase decoration, for colds and runny noses. I look for origins in trunks and leaves, check their colours and how they drop their leaves.
‘Romancing the Trees’, Claire Rosslyn Wilson on how trees connect her to feelings of home.
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