The Spirit of the Woods

Logs
burn in a cabin fire.
Sparks dance along their edges, where wood burns black,
and the smoke billows dark up the chimney
and smells
of cedar and pine.

Trees
like giant sentinels overlook the cabin.
A cool Autumn breeze combs their branches
and dances the leaves of their hair.
Slow rain runs over the cracks of their skin,
and the aroma of their spirit rises above the smoke
and smells
of cedar and pine.