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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