I’m a Delta, BC resident who began writing poetry as a young girl but really connected with it in earnest in my mid-thirties as a way to explore and understand myself and the wider world. Now approaching 60, poetry and the written word continues to inspire me. I do love trees. I have found that without intention they have shown up in my poetry over time – It isn’t out of design, rather it seems to happen spontaneously, but it is always special when the tree shows up.
I have been thinking about Fairy Creek for some time, about the issues and the folks involved. These poems are a token of my appreciation to the folk who are out there being visibly committed to the cause of the wellness of trees, our planet and all of us as a whole.
Seasons Cyclical
Out of the sea rises the son
Whom marries the daughter of an earthly one
Together they meld their energy
Creating the four cycles of the golden oak tree
The first to show her face is spring
Promising the caress of a monarch’s wing
Second is summer who breezes in
Gently warming the hearts of those who sin
Passing from summer reluctantly to fall
The noble oak tree begins the crawl
Into the winter so cold, so bare
Resting all colours beneath a blinding white glare
The regal oak tree sleeping in peace
Trusts that spring will soon grant release
Allowing the son with his bride ever joined
To again give birth to seasons coined