“Camouflaged
and slipping in
to the woolen green-
where white-capped rapids
applaud,
below a lichen’s frost
a rockface smiles.
It is here,
The mossy beard grows long
cloaking
her weeping branches
with invisibility-
filtering the light
in a lattice of dew.
Here she stands,
Mother Cedar-
an ancient witness
to all- that create canopy
for the well of life.
Here, I am home
in the cradle
of this-
captivating wilderness.
My soul-
filled with quietude. “
~Jewls
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