Sep 29, 2009 17:50
Moss covered, majestic trunks
pouring upwards branching
canopy of olive and lime
filtering golden rays of sun-
holy dome of stained glass
sounded by choirs of sparrows.
Tree.
So patient for rain,
content with cloudless
blues and starry darks.
Content sharing roots
with granite masses.
The decades memorized
by layers of ingrained growth.
Building rich soil
by shedding evergreen
into rich duff over granite
where worms do work.
Resting place of migrating
finches and acorn woodpeckers,
rufous hummingbirds,
and scrub jays …
horned owl hunting the screetch.
Sound of million
quant leaves rustling
in currents of air-
the sound of peace.