A Winter Solstice Walk in the Woods

Quote of the Moment: “i thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is infinite, which is yes.” — e.e. cummings

A Winter Solstice Walk in the Woods

I pause before the guardian of the woodlands,
a towering sequoia,
branches big as the trunks of most trees.
The air feels thick, electric, liquid.
Nothing seems solid
in this magnetic moment.

I pray,
Let my longing become this peace.

Mindfully, I weave west along muddy paths
through naked oaks accented with lichen and mistletoe,
past evergreen madrones, their burgundy-wrapped,
mustard trunks wet and shiny, and empty spikes
once boasting poison oak.

Buck and doe graze through, squirrels steal
acorns from tree holes, woodpeckers swoop
between standing dead-wood pecking dinner,
a blue jay announces my arrival at the crossroads.

Faces scroll across my mind.
Friends, family, lovers
some here, some passed on —
my own face.

To each I say:
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
I forgive you.
I love you.
Thank you.

over and over
until I give way
and tears cleanse.

Returning to the gateway,
I face Grandmother Sequoia,
touch my heart
and bow in appreciation
of sacred time shared
in her woods.

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