In Boulder Canyon

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Rocky Mountain Douglas-fir. Cones.

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The trunk springs horizontal from the cliff
Snakes upward
Poised between creek and sky.
I think of the fir cone
Tucked in moist rock crevice,
The tiny sapling
Clinging on through flood, drought, snow.
Once small and fragile
Sheltered by currant bushes and wild rose
Now a mighty tree
Offering lodging and food to grosbeak and robin.
Are you too a progenitor
Waterlogged cones carried to some rock niche
Tiny Douglas-firs shooting forth?
Thinking of the trident cone
The mighty tree
Life victorious
Against all odds
My heart breaks open
Sapling of hope awakens.





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