The glow of green
When it frames the sound
of bounding water

 

North Falls on a March morning, Silver Falls State Park, Oregon

 

 

Even if it is
a long day, there is light
on the other side

 

 

To the music of geese–

 

Now that Day’s regained her hours, Land starts sprouting seams and stitches
Tentative lines of crops and vineyards between wetlands, hills, and scrubby edges
Tame meets Wild for another season

 

 

 

On a thin green limb
Perched between song and silence
Petals and feathers

Longing of petals
And from their glazed tips, dreams of
A waiting world

 

 

 

 

 

Unflinching softness
Wild blossoms moving the earth
to greet the cosmos

 

 

 

 

Flickers in the treetop,
and the forest floor
begins to bloom