Golden Winter Berries, near Squiva's hangout South of the Metroplitan, Squiva appears to be on location. Florida perhaps? However, we ran across some of his students the other day. We're negotiating the rights to post the photos from the National Union of the Squirrel.
and I followed along for a ways. I’ve seen a few trails and tales of grails so I thought that one of these days I’d follow the scent just see where they went and to fend off my certain malaise.
They leapt and skipped and galloped and still
I scampered along with an icy thrill, when at once they ceased with a swirl in the snow. What destiny fell them, I’ll never know. I conceived a great leap to foil a hawk a hidden burrow a sheltering rock--
Still now and then when we walk that way I pause at the spot and remember the day When that prescient malaise began fading away
There’s something about a Magic Tree that moves beyond complexity.
I see a trunk of an aging tree, but it’s not so simple as that you see.
Is that shivering twig an omen to be?
Did that gnarly limb reach out at me?
Did that twig-finger point surreptitiously?
Did you see that specter phantom sigh?
Or was that a figment of the eye?
Yet look over there in the crook of a branch
Do you see that wish with a second chance?
That hollow near the warty burl,
Is that a hibernating squirrel?
Look over at that thing on the right,
I think I see an inner light!
And near that fork with the melting snow,
There’s a shelter for those with no place to go.
There’s a landing pad in the upper right,
Where a passing raven might rest for the night.
And if you wander nearby on your way, there’s a hollow of magic just waiting to say,
The thing you need most to hear that day.
Then one day by the fire when it's time to recover, you’ll find a small sliver of something or other,
Let it carry you back to that time sublime, with its parsley sage rosemary and thyme.
Squiva was so busy with modelling jobs during the holiday season that there was really no time to say hello. Things are quieting down somewhat, and Squiva let me take this picture. Actually, another photographer was paying the fee, but Squiva decided it would be all right for us to print this surreptitious photo. "After all" said Squiva, "I might just be climbing a tree because I'm climbing a tree." See how beautiful and round Squiva has become for winter?