ARTICLES: Poetry
Arboreal
I
have thrust my feet into the dark, rich earth and fed,
I have drunk from the crystal waters of the depths,
I have clothed myself anew, in shades of green, to greet fair Spring,
I have been washed clean in Summer's rain,
I have shed my raiment, now gold and scarlet, at Autumn's command,
I have stood proud and naked before Winter's sun.
I have housed a million lives within my boundaries,
I have watched lovers embrace at my feet,
I have comforted the lonely child in my arms,
I have been cut down and my body used to bring warmth,
I have grown once more in the cycle of life,
I have been one with the Forest, yet a single being.
By
Pauline Kennedy Woodward (Copyright)
Farrar/Bone 1997