Wind blows through Spruce like turbulence on
a flight over the Atlantic.
Wrapped in Warmth of
dogs and blankets, I sit watching

through the window.
Dust distorts the
perfect Blue
of Sky and gives ominous
Clouds distressing and striking hues.
Wind and Spruce
They sing a love-laced menace,
a reminder of my (tiny) place in the
order of Things.
In this moment,
there is nothing more important to do than
to Love.
Wind and Spruce
In this moment,
there is nothing more important than to
ask for Forgiveness,
to offer Water and Breath,
to Witness.
❤️