Let each creature be named
let it fall off our tongue
and hang in the air
like the mystery
that draws us outside at night
to love the moon
and watch the seam of clouds
part like lupine petals, becalmed
Maybe this land is a conduit
the enervation of things
extending each rivulet of light
pulling it closer
into our hands
our hearts splitting open
bursting with the fullness
of these smoothed hills
these nooks and tangled draws
that rise up in the hush of darkness
to whisper our name
What Sifts The Straights
of this pebbled treble,
the crush of geology
Hues construe what
waves imbue, this
Even in symmetry
the dew drop slips.
To gather water, your formidable
fire first calls colors. Fills the cirque sky with
friction fed form, hues uninimitable.
The first dusk drum sparks the cliff.
Stone gills open, your exhale hammers hush
with sound. Musicality of matter
shakes the core, reverberates, thrusts the crush
of clouds. The wild acoustics of water
thrum pollen loose. A frantic crash finds us
humbled, small, mumbling about power.
How we know the thrum of thunder. Each gust
gores our grandeur, each echo calls cower.
Do you portend our end, or benevolent brine?
Thunder wanders from raven’s mouth to mine.
one hundred nineteen revolutions
to wake the cormlets blue purple constellations
frame forest and sage
grow among weeds and the fine flowers
six tepals, one dream
Pink rosettes erode emptiness. In fall we find you fecund. Naturalized. A perfect crimson intrusion, pollen-painted. Into November’s brown yawn, seeds keep flinging. Everything gravity sows first flies. What if we wanted a here without you? Tiny etchings trace coralloid inlets. Erodium, from the Greek erodios, heron. Stork’s bill, crane’s bill, redstem filaree. The shroud of your red ruse. Of color. Of naming what is here, without. What does the sky call you? I am also.
The elision of hours decants without.
Blinding brilliance, hyperspectral bloom
chisels clouds to sheer static spume.
An integral bliss brims the day stout,
fractures the frailty filled with doubt.
Great heights hold hues, a blue limned womb
vertiginous in the void, auspicious plume.
And presence is the clarity with clout.
It is insistent. Fractal flowers flay
the sky, a cadence of afference. Achenes,
potent with promise, fulgency fled,
find cerulean spirals, windward led.
How wide the blunt blue day, unforeseen,
latent with life, this autumnal dream.
We Speak Minerals
minerals pluck one
a paraphrase of none.
The glow of euphony
sings into the seam
aggregates in lignin
garner the gifts
our dicentric drift.
Stone stung wavelets
what duality divests
Would You Call This A Weed
Not from here. Plant out of place. Invasive. Noxious. Beautiful, alive. Causing harm to people or their livelihood. Parallel veined. Transplant. Displacer of founding flora. Monocot. Liliaceae. Sign of spring. 3-merous, 6-tepaled. Green. Purposeful. Plant in place. Fed, watered, coaxed.
Non-nothing. Not found here.
Azimuth and Altitude for Northern Latitudes
Amber apex, motionless in sky, this light an axis for our
boreal blindness. The sun succumbs. Winter wills death to delicate green,
cedars stay. Seeds steel against ice, inch deeper in soil where
darkness decides. Cotyledons sleep in subterranean hope heaps. An
equilibrium of time mimed by tilt. Approach the horizon with precision,
fixed star, wheel about awakening, bright stare. Even with cold. Roots
geotropic, seep to ground, buried in frost. Evening a long slow tide of twilight, a
heliacal rising of paired planets. Moon moored, towards the azimuth of flight, the
irruptive flocks finding seed. Grosbeaks, goldfinches, red crossbills in the glazed
june grass. Naked larch, sky the taste of winter, constellations flock in
kinnikinnick, evergreen arms color-spilled. Red berries snow buried. To see
light lapse into inky azure. Clouds close the canopy. The heat of sleep still seers the
moon. Slips beneath. Insolation, suspension of shadow in dark draws, pulls our
nucleus nearer. Dimensionless expanse, a season of white wandering,
ornate, blue flecked. Wind enkindling the crackling decay. Iridescence, sun dog,
parhelion, the ring of begin. Eyes open to everything, solemn shiver, the river
quartz-like, ice floes. Vitreous, viscous, encircling sky. Cliffs startle with white
radiance, water wanders below, nudges seeds. Ask the angle, when is it
summer with its verdant sepal swell? Purple petals into the press of
twilight’s hand, let us remember the heated hymn of the green stagger. Exposed
under bare boughs, ochre culms, achenes rattling, yesterday’s
vigor, seeds upon snow. Our hemisphere, this height, faces turned toward
wild anemia with molten want. It matters to be cold and alive, like a
xenocryst, internal clarity, though the fire’s fled. Darkest day of the
year. Morning opens to an impoverished gray, a gradient of light, the
zenith angle. How we crave this luminosity, the pithy albedo, bright sun.
Did They Ask
I find you still
on an unwavering
then you are
I am quiet too
across the canopy
others sing to you
a ruby-crowned kinglet
carries air into
do they hear us
sing you, and why
a cassin’s vireo asks
and asks and
here I am
where are you: