the cure for sadness
is to embrace all existence
like the beloved
at Juniper Islet the heart cries out in delirium
oh my love
as frosted lips gently brush the forehead
sea wind loosening the clasp of winter’s wrap
and slipping back the hood so the land can kiss your eyes
at Juniper Islet
cedar limbs shiver in the crystalline silence
shrugging powder-white robes
onto a pillow of emerald moss
the scriven track of geese on a snowbound log
is the first stanza of a poem taking flight
an invitation
to open your arms
and join the dance of earth and sky
skirts of light sweeping over the waves
revolving in the stateroom of the soul
pulling you closer to center
A community of artists living and working on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada
A severe strengthening rendered beautiful.
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