The Primeval Forest Remembers

The Primeval Forest Remembers


Perhaps it is natural, a legend afloat in the valley of trees–

a tale of fallen timber requires no origin, no doubt. Desire to gratify


curiosity, to see associations with secluded, umbrageous remnants.

Examination reveals there never had been a floor or windows,


never roofed for man. All that remains: the valley, the myth-making

faculty, glorified as “Lost Cabin” and such sighs. But no mystery.


Not a vestige of the original remains now in the cold season,

wrapped in frosty shadows. The sun shines obliquely, generates


very little grateful warmth to follow the absence,

determining the species.



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