Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, November 8, 2018

BRETHREN

An oddity of nature.
Standing in a stand of giants.
Frosted in an unreal glow, a dull glaze
that could be faux snow
or sunlight’s dappled brushwork,
but is not. An albino
redwood, a dwarf tree,
is what’s there—a startling 
anomaly in this forest.
Does it think: I am not
like the others,
grand and evergreen?
It does not.
It is simply a tree among trees.
A brother among brethren.
Nature has so much to teach us
about how to be with ourselves
and our own kind.


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