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