you belong to this land now
your roots burrowing deep
in the frosty northern soil
its grip never loosening
once it has claimed you
you can leave for a while
but you're tethered so tightly
you'll soon feel the pull
you have birch sap for blood
your lips blueberry-stained
here you will flourish
among the softness of moss
the wilderness raw at your doorstep
quiet magic filling the air
the cold soothing your soul
as you rest like lichen
one with the earth
© coldscars