Thursday, December 29, 2016

Poem: "Season of Fir and Pine" by Barbara Ryland

                    Season of Fir and Pine
 arrives from primeval forest and druidic grove
 dressing  all in festive array.

Balls and baubles dance on trees
singing with stars in darkest night;
boughs bend and drape,
perfuming the air   
with spicy pine
in deepest winter              
and hold mantle and door
in such tender caress of green delight
 that I marvel  at how we, too, are held,  
 breathed into life flowing
 from that ever-greening Center.    

                                        Barbra Ryland 2016