Thursday, February 2, 2012

Hush...

There are no seasons here
Dark spruce pillars
Guard the entrance
To russet halls
Lowering shadows to the earth
Closing out the world
As we know it
Spring, summer, autumn, winter
A neutral plateau
Of pine-drenched bliss
Come heat or snow
In here
A day is a year
Or a year is a day
Time is inconsequential
But for the squirrel
Stowing its fruit
In untold, lofty hideaways
Weather is annulled
Beneath a canopy of evergreen dusk
The elements do not venture
To the darker recesses
Of nature’s living-room
It is just us
Two dwarfed wanderers
In a world of giants
Ah, surely we are standing
On sacred ground
Centuries rooted in centuries
And the little sapling asks.
‘How long Mother,
until I am as tall as you?’
And she replies, a wind-soft ‘hush,
do not be in such a rush.
There is so much more to us
than eye can see
It takes patience and God
to grow a tree’
I look at you and smile,
You nod
and whisper
‘Let’s stay awhile’…

J~

I needed to stroll through this painting one more time!


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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!