Welcomings

Lost in the woods
I spy the door
from a recurring dream
a warm glow tucked
between outstretched surface roots
for no such tree
I’ve known ever before
the forest breathes, listen
the breeze says you’re
not lost, you’re here
welcoming love all around
let it find you.

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