by Moyra Caldecott

This tree listened
when my husband died.
I leaned my head
against its trunk
and cried.
No words passed,
but I took its strength
and knew
that life at last
secretly transforms
until what is seen
becomes unseen,
and what has been
is still to be.

Moyra Caldecott lives in Bath, England. For more information go to
Website: www.moyracaldecott.co.uk

Several of her tales also appear in the selection of featured Folktales and Myths.