Sempervirens


The red blood of my grandmothers
runs through my veins, and speaks a language
understandable only to the sempervirens
that stand grand in a hidden
old growth forest
where few have traversed
through vines, moss and fallen trunks.

Beneath the ancient canopy, in silence-
I sit and call on my grandmothers,
known and unknown,
and ask each to bless
my spirit,
which moves backward and forward
in one bloodline.

Pranita 
8/7/14

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