The Scent of Fresh Wood

"the scent of fresh wood is among the last things

you will forget when the veil falls.

the scent of fresh white wood in spring sap time:

as though life itself walked by you

with dew in its hair.

that sweet and naked smell kneeling woman-soft

and blond in the silence inside you

using your bones for a willow flute.

with hard frost beneath your tongue

you look for fire to light a word..and know..

mild as southern wind in the mind

there is still one thing in the world

you can trust." 

the Standing Ones

always a part of me