Lenticels

March 9th 2024

into the lens flickers morning light

reflections in the dew-covered bark

of a young slender white birch tree

contrasts between dark and light

pores inhaling life from the atmosphere

heavy with a vaporous sustenance

quenching thirst beneath the surface

and myself as a wandering witness

mist soaking into my cheekbones

a newfound home of resemblance

picturesque within a single frame