Green natures forms
from spring
to climbs in the summer
in delicate shapes
for you
to
perceive
admire
obey
Nochrisis
Day 1152, I see.
From my vantage point
the trees are tall
in all directions
I see
my instinct
calms
I’ll wait
Nochrisis
Day 870, the time.
Slowly sliding up
for a meal at the ending
in lush green pastures.
Day 862, absorbed.
Waiting for the ground
absorbing time, decisions
and giving it back.
Day 858, another day.
Preparing the day
for another trail of sweets
and bringing it home.
Day 857, stuck.
Holding on to tight
On a narrow path nowhere
protecting a clue.
Day 856, fly.
Looking to who you
reflect multifaceted
smell test and tasted.
Day 855, blue.
Upwards to gather
light that pulls up to the blue
where seeds can disperse.
Day 851, to sleep.
A shell to preserve
when the light is retreating
and the bees do sleep.
Day 850, sunlight.
A stem between earth
the fleeing warmth of a star
a bearer of life.
Day 849, seed.
A silk fertile crown
Inviting life’s messenger
so to share a seed.
Day 848, façade.
Turn slowly inside
let go what’s within to me
your unknown façade.
Day 847, fierce.
Fierce and proud standing
with a frail and graceful neck
to weather the storm.
Day 846, seed.
All standing in line
waiting to be collected
to be seed that sows.
Day 841, fall 2.
