ashes to ashes

once a sacred tree
straight as a spear

gossamer green fingers
between us and heaven

 

a thousand years
make no difference

 

rare here

pillar of the sky

on the edge of its range

 

I always remember this

cleaning out the fireplace

after a long winter

 

pine and birch and spruce
without a thought

 

ash and elm
only with a heavy heart

 





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-06-02 at 09:38

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countryfog
Unseasonably cold, June and I had a fire last night. Today I will top-dress the flower bed with the ashes . . . the circle unbroken.
2012-06-02