Three Haiku to the Canadian Shield
by Gord Sellar
great forests, filled with
boreal loneliness. voices
speak there but no words
old, reeling green gods
great boughs lash windswept storm song
roots drink drumming rain
snow falls; reaching deep
roots curl against bedrock: still
nude bough strives for sun
– 1997, Saskatoon
February 8, 2012