Tender Sapling – Easter

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Stephanie Wood

From the stump
of the burnt`out tree
mother of all first`growth forests
there arises the tender sapling
which has transcended death
The former in her costly dying
has given birth to the latter
but only by passing through fire
The sapling is of divine stock
See how already her spire
rises toward God’s heaven
How her lower branches
yield to the tender growth above
How her roots reach down
into the rich compost below
Here all pilgrims come at last
to lean for a moment their
walking`sticks against the stump
so as to rest awhile and be renewed
Here I too would contemplate
today and pray
In the twilight
of the day when all
nature returns to its nest
the Coyote comes as well
     Stiller than the light
     Older than the stars
The Coyote comes and curls
himself into a woolly ball
in a hollow at her trunk
But in the morning long before dawn
he is again gone Seen it is said
on a distant ridge walking with a Man
whose scent is of Iron & of Blood


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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