From Shaman’s Circle, 1996, by Nancy Wood
Our connection to nature is nothing more
than a deep conversation,
like that between two related stones or trees,
an expanding bond of kinship
that sharpens perceptions and catches
sunlight devouring ice on streams,
a refrain of winter’s resistance
To the unconditional surrender of spring.
Who knows the meaning behind a conversation
between two partners of the soul,
so perfectly joined that they seem as natural
as veins on leaves? Our connection
to nature is a magical cord that offers solace,
granting us witness to the birth of stars.