follow the lines of the trees
starting in the confused tangle
of all this earth below and
winter forest with bracken
the branches raising up
crossing one another and reaching
up up up they go reaching
until they seem to enter the sky
when snow is falling and you are quiet
when you sense it you may
suddenly feel a hush and pray
of all the wonderful ways
we are ushered into this endless sky
**
In the Fields of
Osseo
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