The Sisters

i call these four oaks

 

the sisters

 

this is where i go to 

meditate..or just

 

be

 

in these times of so much

 

time sickness

 

the hurrying about busyness

everyone should have a 

sacred place

 

there is an old well

covered over

under these trees

 

trees breath

 

water

 

so much life force

 

powerful

 

i trimmed a dead limb from

the one in the foreground yesterday

thanked her for the gift

promised to honor her with a

carving

 

 

i will make myself a walking stick with her

 

gift

 

i also prepped a piece of cedar root that was

 

given

 

to me

i envision the face of 

 

ancient grandmother

 

we'll see