THE TREE CIRCLE AT WINTER SOLSTICE
Bare branches, last year's activities shed,
wind whipping in haphazard gusts,
the tree circle sits starkly on the winter horizon,
fulfilling the time of rest,
rejoicing in renewal.

In the dark earth, mother womb,
elements co-mingle,
roots are silently sustained by the past:
leaf turned to soil,
rock reclaimed as mineral.

A living grove, memory deep
within its cells, the tree circle
patterns the shout of YES,
a new cycle beginning,
the ascent of light.



Kaaren Whitney

Winter Solstice 2003

 

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