sketch by John Muir
These Roguish Winter Winds
bow the unsheltered pines
embodying an arc of a diver
,... gracefully freefalling
through a shapeless portal
with the gravity
of undulating shards of rain
pelting the earthen
forest floor
Leafless wooden scaffolds shiver
with an arrhythmic sway,
perpetually reshaping the moment,
evoking a kind of
chaotic symmetry
Forces of nature rashly unwinding
the essence of hibernating earth
uprising through their roots' grasp
from deep within
the marrow of her
bedrock
Conjuring a spellbinding
primordial unity
that cannot be extinguished
by the unpredictable persuasion
that flourishes
in winter darkness
harlon rivers © January 17th, 2016
