Author: michaeljordahl

Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic

temple of the forest

i am a priest

in the temple

of the forest.

i go there now

seeking solitude

in the frosty morn.

the path of leaves

soon gives way

to a carpet

of golden needles;

i have reached

the inner sanctum.

here, great pillars

reach into the sky

opening a portal

between heaven

and earth

–photo by me

earth

o mother earth

giver of all life

you wear your

jewel-encrusted

flowing blue robe

like a great queen

your shimmering

emerald auroras

crown your brow

with ghostly tiaras

you are a tiny isle

of life in a vast

ocean of death

you are a bright

sky-blue tv screen

in a pitch-black

living room

they say that those

who’ve seen your

sphere of life

against the utter

emptiness

of space are

forever changed

shatner cried

fall in (archives)

come along

don’t make a fuss

just hop aboard

the magic bus

and head out to

the woods with us–

we’re going to have

some fun;

there’s herbs

and mushrooms

everywhere

and wildflowers

for your hair–

the eager elves

and fairies there

already have

begun

–photo by me