Safe Haven ~1

Pointing skyward
Standing bare and broken
Grasses wave brown and  ripe in the sun
Arbutus, garry oaks and evergreens stand apart
Rejecting the old one’s dead starkness
Fungus sprouts in weathered crevices
Spontaneous drift into sheltered nooks
Accepting safe haven.

“The desire for safety stands against every great and noble enterprise.”

~ Tacitus