a living green cathedral spire
towers before me
I approach — bearing myself
like a gift to an altar — to touch
its sun-warmed trunk —
interlocking silver flakes
lightly rouged
as I caress its quivering silver
something passes from
warm bark to warm hand
and back again;
from swaying upper branches
this sky-aspiring being sighs
swaying me to respond in kind
sky-blessed kindred — rooted
in the same earth — aspiring
to similar hallowed heights
we bless one another
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Linda Mainse says
Absolutely soul soothing. You are a master wordsmith Norm.