Green

I find myself

in the quiet places

between water forest and sky.

the green itself

pouring life into

the world and somehow

my own body,

deeper than just the oxygen

incorporated into my very being,

from the trees themselves

comes the truth of

sunlight on leaves, water on rock and root.

the earth and sky

lavish their knowedges on my

winter weary soul, and I

know in this

moment

the truth that

regeneration is

part of cycle.

there is growth left in me too

I am not separate from the trees,

the green.

and

there is something to be said

for the thoughts heard

in the quiet

and the lack of noise when

the trees themselves pour out their silences

into the steep and tranquil spaces

between rock and thought and sky and pain.

light itself

and the knowing that comes with

so much green.