Cathedral Grove, Vancouver Island
Holy be those Douglas fir,
uplifting the ivory-cirrus skies;
bury their feet under leaves
left by last year’s autumn waltz;
christen bright buds to awaken
in dreams of sunlight and dew;
fling open spring’s front door.
A stump of a chair,
positioned for her majesty,
glimpses the rays
for a Dendroctonus pseudotsugae
whose mother has flown.
Look up to the canopy of life;
oft-shore breezes bring in
evening warmth, a blanket stolen
from limbs surrounding the heart.
There is a sense of the almighty
among this life before me
and a peace through which all
blessings flow,
seeping in and weaving throughout
my emerging soul.
© Catherine Woods 1998, 2017
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