Templum de Formosas Dryas...

Return of the warm breeze,
when the shade is no longer cold...
Will the firepit still hold warm embers
in the early morning mist
as Dawn's warm glow
brings moisture falling from leaves,
glistening in the amber light,
slipping between the trees,
illuminating the ferns that flourish,
as the forest nourishes them
and the deer relish them,
walking the paths made centuries before?

Here stands the Green Door,
made from hanging vines and white birch
Here is my haven, my heaven,
my Church...
     05-20-10