Feb. 17, 2019

Forest Floor

Each perfect six pointed fractal,
The crystalline arrows of nature,
Has a purpose in its brief time

Covering the earth
In a dichotomy of cold and warmth ~
Protector and nourisher

Ancient gnarled grain
Now a fallen beam
Building hollows instead of waving in the breeze...

And under it, a sleeping deer
Finds soft shelter in the moss,
While the night sky’s jewels form

The icicles reflect the stillness;
The forest inhales its quiet breath
In stasis, for a time, waiting to resolve into Spring.