canopy songIt’s a song I sing: my heart, an old metronome pounding a slow beatJun 22, 2023Jun 22, 2023
namingWe gave them names, once - birch, celandine, cicada - palms pressed against barkMay 17, 2023May 17, 2023
tree songFireflies crisp in air. Dusk tilts this night to pitch black. Trees sing themselves down.May 12, 2023May 12, 2023
Bearing WitnessOn days like this, it turns dark too early, heat leaching from brick by degrees as night sinks into bone.Feb 6, 20231Feb 6, 20231
The White Pines RememberI think the trees remember us still the way we used to hurry along mossy trails,May 23, 2022May 23, 2022