Susanne Roesner

Network whisperings are delighting her soul. She reaches out to her kin and exchanges sustenance through the embrace of wide-reaching arms. A new bloom is mutually shared, and layers of soil are teeming with life, infinitely invigorating.

“We are growing,” they whisper, taking her many hands to guide her. She feels the pinpricks of smaller meshwork connecting with her own. There, supported by many loving arms a new born oak sapling pokes its head through the soil, moist with morning dew. Soon four luscious green leaves are drinking in the sunlight, spreading out next to meadow foxtail and springy turf moss.

“There are more,” they whisper, and she sees new life taking root by the brook. Silver birch trees and trembling aspen have returned, their roots and stems, branches, leaves, and crowns now, for the first time, stretching freely.