To Life

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When light floods down
in the temple of the woods
there is work:
bright chemistry of sugars
simmered, bloomed, perfected
freely passed and shared
stem to root
from the holy cup
swallowed
in great draughts

And the leaves say:
let us drink together
let us dry the cup
may you be delivered to life

The tree is blind to one color
which is laid aside
trundled up to the roof
tipped out the windows
kept out of the way
of the busy kitchen and
long table of the leaf

How blessed we are that green
is of no use to the tulip poplar
shagbark hickory or yellow buckeye

Now breathe and
bathe in the sanctuary of green
birch and basswood
and love well the gift

And the people say:
let us drink together
let us dry the cup
may you be delivered to life

 

 

Lisa Creech Bledsoe

Watched by crows and friend to salamanders, Lisa Creech Bledsoe is a writer living in the mountains of Western North Carolina. She's a hiker, beekeeper, and wannabe botanist.