(Spencer Butte, OR)
Silent patient steady wood.
You have been growing all these years
hoping I would find you,
waiting for the moment I would stop and inhale your musk,
lean into your solid mass
and be lost forever to your blue sky eyes.
I will stand here with you until the thaw,
until my roots can break through that permafrost
and become tangled with yours
in their deep dark beginnings.
And you will know that I have found you.