Between Worlds

I live near a redwood grove and walk there often. Here is a poem I recently wrote one morning at dawn when the world was still. I sensed the trees aliveness and their awareness of my presence. We spoke between worlds.

Reviews

Candice, that was excellent. Thank you so much. Reading them in your own voice gives them almost a whole other meaning, and I’m glad you’re doing it. I will listen to the others as well. You are a real poet!

Candace writes and reads such lovely poems. I usually listen many times over to let them sink in. Thank you!

Simply divine dear Candace .. thank you for your perseverance to get these words out “there/here” .. we appreciate you 💚🙏🌳🌲🌳🙏💚