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 migrant wind.

Sky, when it rises
from whatever's got owned,
opens a lattice of branches.

Tips shiver with outreach.
Wings for the journey.

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

Posted: Fri 7 May, 2021