Places 13: Cedars

Cloud brushed cedars
gently sway
into the darkening skies.
Birds that crowded
summer skies
no longer fly
from chattering boughs.
Song stilled cedars
gently sigh
their frozen lullabies
through silent skies.

Wind stirred cedars,
rooted stars
through centuries
of midnight skies,
life signs silhouetted
across the vault of time,
sentries through the age of man,
chosen king of pine—
straight strong cedars,
silent cry
through changing skies.