He had hid behind a stand of trees when I first became aware,
and looked round the soaring columns towering in the cedared air.
He peeked, grinning, in the sunbeams: light
breezes tousling his hair;
in the nave of a cathedral - before we knew that we were there.
photo: Tree Cathedral - W. Bourke
© 2013 Wendy Bourke
This is quite intriguing, Wendy...
ReplyDeleteThis piece is one of my favorite "short ones". Thanks for commenting, Janet.
ReplyDeletesmiles...it is a bit playful as well...have been in several woods that were just such a cathedral....holy ground...
ReplyDeleteYes, there is something very primordial and spiritual - holy - about the beautiful groves of Douglas Firs and ancient cedars that one comes upon, in this part of the world.
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