Tree of Life

WINTER LIGHT

I remember

the sense I had…

Indifference.

I didn’t know

the planter

had such secrets

Stunned,

left for dead,

I recovered

Strengthened

Tree boys betray.

This one will

 live a lifetime

carrying ruthless

in his bones…

a curse he will

not escape.

Balsam spread

her needles

soaking in a

golden

sun

and though

only a foot high

her bountiful

body encircles

mine.

We share a

common grace.

When the lights

arrived it snowed

 Winding copper thread

placing suncatcher

 facing south…

At dusk

a shining, shivering tree

lit my way

withstanding blustery winds

Communing

with the night.

I thanked her.

Beginning again

is Nature’s way

regardless

of wounding

and when winter

white fades

and spring

returns,

bright green

bristles

will adorn each twig.

Stories are made 

of holy water, he said.

My friend the scientist

is also a Healer.

This little tree 

embodies a dream

where trees are 

seen, protected,loved.