Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Solstice Oak

Two men are felling an oak tree nearby
And the rooster tail of wood dust                                                                                          
Grinding from their saws
Is showering us in spirits.
Piece by piece
They deliver them,
Back before acorn and leaf,
Forward into the ether.
And drop them down
Bark and limb
Onto the waiting earth,
Weaving them again
Into the web,
Sending them onward
In a succession of forms,
Seeking the essential unifying light
Hard found on this
The darkest day of the year.
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