I will reach for starlit skies
No matter how fierce the winds,
Without concern for sway,
Growing with the business
Of building sturdy trunk,
Driving deep into rock, into earth.
I will cherish the passing seasons,
Dance with life ’round me
To the music of the prairie.
I stand to face the weather,
To endure withering sun,
To turn green leaves in drumbeat rain
And shed some, spent, on fertile ground.
Bright new life will come
To sit within my boughs
Or gather about my knarled knee,
Brushing against me, bending with me,
Protected from the blaze above
And keeping time in company.
(from my book Devolving in Eden, ©2011)