Stars chill winter’s night air.
Big Dipper shares its cold breath
Polaris sends us a blizzard
empty of snow. Orion dances.
He dangles above us, a band of icicles
arranged in a traveler’s shape.
They burn like silent lightning
throw bright frost to earth.
We can count on the redwoods,
tanbark oaks, douglas firs.
stand their ground. Streams ramble.
Water gives the rocks give the rocks
a little warmth. All the forest rolls
in the cold starlight’s arms, and remains,
waiting for the coming wind. These nights
take us in their arms.
Big Basin Redwoods State Park, March 2003