Art & poem by Tommy Nease
Sharp wind whistles through needles
The sentinels remain in their silence
Equilibrium manifested
Below, the edge of shadows soften
The incoming storm diffuses the sun
Above, distress in the atmosphere
The light fades
Then reappears, concentrated;
Irreversible momentum from the sky
A brief affair
It scrambles up the hillsides
and into the canopy
Alive with light
In time, recovery
New growth
The sentinels remain in their silence
Equilibrium manifested
