All night long,
like a ribbon
through my sleep,

I hear the pines

shawled giants, leaning
with the wind,
an ancient minyan.

In dreams
I see them bow,
then arch their backs,

tilt their great faces
to the sky,

praying for light
against the darkness.

-- Deb Cooper

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