shooting stars on easter equinox
i walk barefoot in the rutted snow
under the eye of Horus
the falcon headed sky god
begat by Isis and Osiris
full and clear seeing
he winks at midnight
wraps sensuous ridges in golden glow
caresses silken snowfields
stately pines cast moon shadows
whisper secrets through forest’s musk
her night breath moans with delight
here heaven and earth’s hearts beat as one
still the warmth of the log cabin
is welcome in this wilderness
I wrote this a few years ago after an incredible backcountry ski trip to the Waites Gibson Hut in the Tonquin Valley.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment