"State of Grace"

In the puddle of sunlight
And solitude
That edges the river
And the wood
I’ll make a pallet
Of pine needles
And compassion
Resting my head on a pillow
Of foraged feathers
And forgiveness.

I’ll throw a quilt of evergreen
And kindness
Across my body
Pulling the wild silence
Up under my chin.
I’ll drift off to sleep
In a state of grace
Dreaming of snow banks
And of warming my feet
By an open fire.