Sink your fingers into the darkness of my fur Poem by Olli Heikkonen

Sink your fingers into the darkness of my fur,
for I am the crowned light of the forest.
My crown are the roots
which draw strength from raw soil.
My breath
penetrates birds' plumage
and coats ferns with frost.
I am an infallible machine,
a ticking messenger and
the scent of a young forest marked for cutting.
Each night I leave hoof prints
in your garden's porous soil.
Each night the plume of breath keeps growing.