Be her
She can’t use too much more
of your carbon-loaded air
Sweet pea blossoms float through Eden Song
almost bucolic
like grass
River is a dark
wet wanderer
under a wild night sky
Roots grow
lake shines
water spreads over stone
Beetle climbs garden wall
lichens thrive in frost
mountain murmurs:
Come love this rainfall
Walk with animal soul
Will you bee my sweet
blue peace
between dusk and a thrush?
Ask squirrel about community
If you follow winter to summer
sun makes a blackberry season
Lonely lake frog: I am
above moss
where sun fruits berries
Nature wilds salmon
waterpaths their rosy sheen
still worlding us
Stones grow secret soul seeds
Would squirrel
make his season more beautiful?
Be in the frost-thick night
a light spring rain
as only every vine has longed for
Wet moon murmurs on trees
animal peace
Hear the wet between leaves
Where wildlife volunteers
we gentle together
could almost know sustainable love
Dusk—warm mountain cloud
is deep with wind
Who will wander over rock
plumb root song
bloom forest green poetry into summer?
Follow dawn beetle
up grass, over tendril
through lichen sanctuary to storm drain
Do one sublime action: thrive
Nature
does no thing
but we
Walk listening
Know a secret sparrow
No one should have to ask for
water light air
Behold bee-life honeying
Fall with rain
cycle with dying salmon
Follow frog stream to lichen couch
Winter is a frosty witherer—
pure cold home for lonely rocks
Wander further
Beautiful deep long roots
pulse under a moss-sprung forest
Squirrel up for dawn fun
Could you love one tree?
