Ring bark.

Did find yourself

In shards of a those 

broken  ancient fears 

shattered across the iced over shore

The Weight spreading across your back 

the rings in tree that make you think back.

You can try to stay good reading good books on gods 

your probably find you as only as strong 

as the books that you bind

Finding solace in words

that are as old as the dawning chorus 

that the birds have sung from the trees 

long before we walked and strode.

Embers of a set squares angular percussive stick