Deep in the woods
My mind wanders
Beneath the dry leaves underfoot
Beneath the roots knotting
Beneath the critters crawling
Beneath the rains seeping
Beneath the very bedrock
Upon which it all stands
And there under the life I know
I find a life I do not
One of centuries
Millennia
Eons
But still I recognize
And see in that stony face
My own
In the silence
All is louder
Yet all that is louder
I find I can quiet
Till the silence
Reigns
Beneath the snow-covered boughs
I hear a whisper
From the snow
From the canopy
From the wind
From the gnarled, unmoving bark
It tells of a quieter truth
A quieter life
Hard, but slow
Chaotic, but steady
Cold, but full of life
That I might hear that story
And hold it in my unwooded heart
The earth quickens
I feel her beneath my toes
Breathing
Awakening
Warming
Shifting
Dancing
Float with me here
Where the clouds break
Under a sky of gods
Over a storied place
Full of ancient tales
And ancient words
And ancient wisdom
That we might find a way
To breathe air long unbreathed
And know things
Long forgotten
Each age is a season
Each year but an hour
The days fleeting moments
I listen
And you call out
I watch
And you appear
I wait
And you come
There will come a day
When we will hear all the grasses sing
And see all the paints upon a bright world
There will come a day
When we will feel the stories underfoot
And know by name the voices on the wind
And when that day comes
I will hold you
And you me
And we will walk as stars across the sky
Dawn breaks
And the birds awaken
And the boughs creak
‘Neath the wind
As the last frost melts
I will harvest what grew
From the seeds
Deep in my soul
Embraced in the cold
Guided through the storms
And if the stars will it
Emerge unbitten by that frost
A wiser thing
Than I was before
A Poem A Day 