Poetry, memoir,blogs and photographs from my world on the west coast of Canada.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Stairway to Heaven
There is a Stairway to Heaven tree deep in the forest where I used to live. It fell on its side years ago and lies along a gentle rise so that you can walk up it like a stairway to the stars. Its trunk is so thick, you stand high, looking down at the forest and upwards at the sky.
I miss that tree this morning, like another country I once visited, another lifetime, more real than this one, that I just can't forget.