Vermillion River

The majesty I find, in a wooded ravine

Your crystal clear creeks are the divinity I seek

I descend down into your beating heart, a valley

Slipping and sliding, down icy canyons and ravines

This clay is your flesh, frigid water your blood

I kneel and touch each obsidian pebble and stone

They remind me of permanence, wisdom

And the consciousness that permeates this existence

I drink up its essence like syrup tapped from the Maple

In the northern night, I am held breathlessly in awe

As I gaze up through a towering canopy upon a hill

My eyes suddenly align with constellations igniting

And flickering ancient galaxies and universes all aglow

Invisible and unnoticed to the blinded sprawling cities

I reach for these magnificent glittering stars

And a luminous crescent moon levitating

Just above outstretched gray branches

The sky is frozen, ink black and endlessly immense

The forest is so vibrant, full of life and the sacred

I smell the scent of ancient embers and drifting smoke

And sleep outstretched upon the frozen earth

Just above the sound of water flowing slowly

Meandering softly down the Vermillion River

These frosted leaves I lay upon, thaw restlessly

Casually in the warmth of the midday sun

Decaying back, into rich spring soil

Announcing March has finally arisen