Fallen Trees
Fallen Trees ~ by C. Hause
Stalwart, giants of the forest
When did you fall?
In wild winds,
Quiet darkness,
A cruel rain,
Or dappled morning light?
Did any witness hear…
The thud of trunk against soft dirt
The dash of doe and fawn
The scolding of the owl
Did the forest keen
Marking such a loss?
Oh, denizens of the forest
Your height and breadth
Cannot be fathomed
Until found prostrate at our feet
Your girth a final offering
To the forest floor
Your root ball cleaved
From loamy soil
Roots like loving fingers
Sifting dirt on a mother’s grave
Soil that sustains us
Yet waits for our return
As I walk the forest paths
I mourn these fallen giants
But marvel at the light
Filling absent space
And know again
It is in our falling,
We, too, will leave some light.