NaPoWriMo begins as April 1st marks the start of National Poetry Month. Woohoo! Below is my first entry, inspired by the vineyards of the Willamette Valley and the delicious people I spent a lovely afternoon with:

The Witness Tree

The witness tree witnessed
in all its glory, the glory of us
holding secrets we could not fathom
we paraded under its glorious limbs
danced around its trunk
giggled over our impending journey
drunk on wine poured from
ever full, ever present glass jugs
we paid no mind, no attention to the witness tree
as it witnessed, the glory of us.

-Heather Strang

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