The vast murmur of the treetops God's breath a stirring inhalation releases a thunderous power gleaming in the eyes His headdress glistens against the sun the wind speaks the force of all humanity, God and nature as one Alive in the eagle's scream a young man's laughter, a sweet and quieting roar settles over the field as the transparent moon lost in depths of blue gazes down on me i return to you your shifting cedars stroke my heart i move with you your rounding hills pull me in with excitement i return to you, alone i revel in the warmth of our aloneness i know the presence in this form i live your presence in my form with each step nearer the center, closer to you i dance up the broomsedge pasture cedars shed their sweet scent, their greenness rises before me as dusklight crests above the hill striking fire, my eyes thrust like a driven arrow within the shimmering grass I stand as an ancestral oak dignified, stable 'round jutting rock with haunting grandeur, a timeless presence a grounding wisdom Limbs and arms stretch to the sky- a bolt of lightning, a burning communion: the glow of life, blazing in this gentle wind. We embrace and share every breath, my heart remains wrapped in golden tufts kissing forest lips I return to you I live within you In God in nature alone. March 1996 ROSS L. ANDREWS
Index of Ross L. Andrews Poems
