Let me rest among these giant souls that stand
where trees once stood.
Here, greens break into blacky-blues and dragonflies
and dusts of beetle dung grow old withal.
Let me rest among the salmonberry and the tumblewood
of cotton, ash and hemlock, fir and cedar.
And let the wind stir of pine above the fall reawaken me
in early greens and sapling dress, anon.
Previous titled, “Tumblewood”; published 2014, The Footprint Press.