Life Stories In Wood
Storm clouds build and advance,
as thunder stampedes the air.
Reverberations caress my bones,
as I bow my head in prayer.
As I raise my face to rain,
that falls as tears on hallowed ground.
My eyes behold proud Totem poles,
touching sky and yet earth bound.
Their carved reverence, I can feel,
as they stand amid fierce winds.
Along side cold stones that offer names,
life stories these Totems lend.
A celebration of life in wood,
these sentinels against dark skies.
I stand within the storm in awe,
of their beauty, where death resides.
Paula Swanson
8/12/2011
For the contest Totems In The Darkening Sky
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Placement: 3rd
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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