“Step through the wind that rustle the leaves of trees, plants & weeds
on the slope of a mountain – fallen, standing, tall
the trees that read the memory of the leaves
Defined shades and lines cast by the long limbs of the trees
Let all the green leaves be yours – the brown, dry and dark
left as food for soil, home to the ants and wood lice.
Walk along, follow your heart, over river, and pathways
Footsteps crushing leaves and bark into the land, into yourself.
To feel much more than know.
Read these leaves. Re-think what you have been told
dismiss whatever insults your soul”
– Janet Botes, Wildekrans, 2015 – with phrases from Dejan Stojanovic, Munia Khan and Walt Whitman