The Crone Pathway

In the still of winter woods
Two deer
Pause to listen
Silver wings invisible
Yet strong

In the shelter of tall tree
One dark bird
Watches west, north, east, south

At the edge, liminal
They stop to ponder
The path best to follow

The BIRD is part of the TREE
The TREE is part of the EARTH
The EARTH is part of us

Why do we forget?