Nature whispers from a shaded path
beckoning with the promise of secrets
kept by shadows cloaked in black crow feathers
breathing their heavy dark sighs.
One hundred feet turns civilization
into a distant memory of ordered life;
a brief event in the lives of trees
who stood tall when humans were unknown.
The canopy is wrapped in warm sunlight...
tied loosely, allowing stray ribbons of gold
to drop through the leaves
and curl up to take a nap on the forest floor.
and the arms of the trees reach to embrace you and offer
a gift more precious than gold...
Sanctuary.
1 comment:
Hi Jan: I found you through the Portland Art Collective blog. Did you make the crystal chandelier journals? I am not in Portland and did not attend the sale.
I am enjoying your winter writings. Happy 2011...
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