It has been a long time since I have joined in the weekly drawing challenge.
This weeks prompt was 'hair'
And my girl's hair came straight from the forest.
While I was working on it, I kept hearing Mary Oliver's beautiful poem in my head.
Sleeping In The Forest
I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver
Which made me want to see what she looked like in my fig tree.
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