Trees to Dream on
Pine mountain scent
majestic snow-globe memories
ancient beings twixt sky and earth
basking in the waning sunlight,
twinkling night encroaching,
fluttering leaves cast
in white lace and starry splendor.
Long have we lived
cycling through death's rebirth,
seasons of land and sea linked
in living countenance open to
winds of fate and change.
Days have been when brutal cold
demanding sacrifice saw hunt and harvest.
Nights given to ceremony, eloping
frenzied dance, spontaneous gaiety
-- a tribal stew of sustenance
warm spirit and body
through the dark times,
built on timber, built on years
of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Reconnecting, anchoring to tales
told in firelight, warm wood, bright tinder,
holding ancient light, charms, secrets,
holding warmth to warmth,
life to life
year to year.