Monday, July 15, 2013

Which Forest a poem from Christine Lowther


Which Forest?


 If my eyes are the colour of the sky, you said,
yours are the colour of the forest.
No one had ever said such a thing.
Which forest? I wondered.
The forest we stood up and lay down for?
The forest we went to court for?
The forest we were imprisoned for?
The forest that will maintain the current sea level
as long as we don’t log it –
the forest that will change with the climate,
shortening its name, dropping the rain,
cedar snags and tall spruce giving way
to arbutus, even garry oak?

By Christine Lowther:

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Beautiful, Chris. I always see the forest in your eyes!