Rest under a tree

A fine and tender safety

The song of the leaves

 She is still - like grass

Who sleeps under the forest

And wakes bathed with dew

 We live in a storm

A swelling cloud of stardust

Mostly empty space

 First Americans

Stories before all others

No nation -  just earth

Today is special

A calendar palindrome

6/26/26

 Every four years

We decide in whom we place trust

And hope we were right

 I find atonement

That I am smaller than trees

And host to less life

 

The shimmering grove

Older that any in it

One connected life

 Plants feed on sunlight

Drink up the remains of rain

Savor the rich earth

 I’m a beginner

An innocent without guile

Seeing all as new 

The High Sierra

It’s good there in the summer

When columbine soars

If it entertains

Most people don’t seem to care

Whether truth or lies

 What may redeem us

A reverence for nature

And humility

 Cooperation

The hustling deployment

Assiduous bees

 Plaid shirts and sandals

Bib overalls - faded hats

And generous songs

 When the rind is peeled

And the juice and pulp consumed

What then of our earth?

 once you have lost rights

you will not know them again

the harm is lasting

 the blameless beetle

doing only what it knows

kills a scared tree

 They want our eyes first

It seems innocent enough

Until we are theirs

Heedful devotion

He praises the mere and vast

The wilds as his shrine

 The smell of the sea

Salty vapor of the waves

Like remembering

You are on your way

You linger as the road splits

Where I will find you

 There is nothing still

Everything spins and vibrates

Everywhere flowing

She is full with child

Hoping for indication

Then she feels it turn

Anticipation

 The green grasshopper at rest

Just before the jump

 In fruiting season

As abundance drops from trees

Poets search like theives

Here’s what gives me hope

 I’m encouraged by small things

A seed - dew - the stars

A faithful old man

He will never know the fruit

Yet he plants the tree

 An Asian proverb

The best time to plant a tree

Twenty years ago

 It knows what we see

It devours our attention 

We have now been hacked