Trees primeval upward soar,
exceed the vast sky’s vault
Thunderous in size
Forthright
Unbent
They filter thrumming veins
of green-gold, dusted light
Press palms to rough-furred
sorrel bark while standing
ankle-deep in moss & slow-
uncurling ferns & hear –
like a breath against the skull –
soft inquiry:
“Moon or Sword?
What will you place in
my heartwood?
Which will be your gift
of me?”
— C.Birde, 1/22
Nightjars & Damselflies 
Are you engrossed in Pokemon games? 😛
How does one relate moon and sword to anything? Those could be just about anything, based on what I read.
I think of Greek mythology, and how moon relates to Artemis/Selene…and the sword could mean war, Ares…or, given a feminine touch…Athena.
Perhaps the choice relates to a life choice. Will you “waste” away the night in meandering thoughts or advance on some hunt; take action?
That’s the best I got right now.
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Wow! I love the sense of height captured in this artwork.
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Thank you 🙂 I took the original photo is from our visit to Olympic Nat’l. Park, several years ago — a truly spectacular & magical place ❤️🌳❤️
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