Within the snow,
Eternity.
Within the tree-topped circles,
Flocks
Of red-winged blackbirds
Singing silver reeds of song.
Beyond the words,
The clear
Bright
Voice of the moon speaks,
The voice of all that is and might
Have been.
Above the long
Waves of the ever-turning, white-pounding sea,
Seagulls
Seek
Peace.
Rains
Run by the crease
In the page
Of the dusted year.
Beyond the clouds of storms, of bursting rifts of light,
The bitter winds of jagged rocks.
Beyond the thought forms, tumbled, broken,
Remains
The peace of the One
Who is only
There in the deepest mist
Of the great forest
Beyond the many worlds that come and go,
Within the heart of basalt rocks,
Within the soul
Of the jaguar and the tadpole,
The lily and the dandelion,
Within the black night
Of wonder
And the snow
Falling on the juniper
Branches and the flowering gold sage
Of eternity.
© Sharon St Joan, 2021