August 23, 2019
Photo by Jason Brown

A Poem by Hilde Oleson

The cathedral of the forest welcomes me.
The trees stand tall against the hill
Trying to reach above their ken to frame the sky.
A shadow fabricates a door through which we can approach.
The silence broken only by bird call wraps around us
Leading us in to the quiet depths.
We step upon
A mess of twisted leaves, pounded down by rain, interrupted
Only by the rich green velvet of spring moss.
Occasionally a tiny draft of breeze will lift your hair
As you hear a ground dove whispering her call to prayer.

 

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