The Way among pines

Standing outside the law of iron:
scots pines. Still,

one-pointed among all that's become,
they stream a shared Earth upwards.
Bare, unentangled.

Rooted beyond themselves,
they breathe the refugee wind.

Where the sky rises
from whatever's got owned,
it opens the lattice of branches;

tips shiver with outreach.
Wings for the journey.

They enact the ritual
of light's life-struggle home –
to release the ostracised stars.

Posted: Fri 7 May, 2021