two last berries

left to bear the darkest blues

summer’s end

a bumblebee embracing
all the petals

the throb

in a jewelweed blossom
birthing a fly

Raised by Trees

Before my salad days, I was sour as cabbage…

grease grass

such a fancy red for the wind

hairy thumbs of a hitchhiker

enchanter’s nightshade

sleet melting in the Beltane sun

fringed polygala

picnic for one

in the autumn forest
white hair aglow
a wild lettuce seed
drifts past

this longing

to hit the road
goldenrod

ghost pipes

sweating through the longest day of the year​

Jumpseed leaf (linked verse sequence)

vireo holding forth
on a verse from vireo

In black cherry time

This is what happens as soon as I stop walking, my daily habit: I become habitat.