I see your
green mist, trailing, unfurling
and swaying

I see you
spread on the wind’s arms
filling the air with soft pieces
of yourself.

I see you
bedecked in gold
a beacon bright,
haloed against deep blue above.

I see you
thin purple limbs whipping
up against grey clouds
softly bowing
balancing snow.

A gentle pioneer in each
battle scarred place
you wait as seasons glide
across you
a guide, glowing white
in sun and in moonlight,
silver lady stretching
ever upwards.

(Jani Franck)

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