Time Flow. May 2008

Nothing stays the same. Everything changes. 
It all flows from one thing to another. 
A month ago, the path was large and the plants were small. 
Now the plants are large and the path is small.
The bridge is disappearing under clumps of grass and leafy arches, 
All the bones of the woods are being fleshed out in green... 
And now the nettles are sprouting their little necklace flowers 
And the comfry plants are gangly 
And their buds are uncurling from their little clumpy clusters, 
Showing red violet against the velvet. 
Yesterday the warm warm weather started a chain reaction up in the mountains, 
And today the ditches are running with opaque blue-gray snowmelt, 
And the cows are heading for the corner of the field 
Where they can bed down in the shade.

Silver Tues July 23 2019

It is a warm day today.
The clouds cover us and their humid breath Gives silver to the air just above us. The wind has been combing the trees For silver, The birches and poplars magnificent in billows, Petticoats of leaves revealing silver slips Along with the brambles and artemisias and all their relatives Wild on the Land. It is a living silver; the lively finery of the elements.

I drive down the road drunk in Spirit Breathing in the silvery breath, seeing what I hadn’t recognized before There! A line of Poplars in finest silver! And again, I am encouraged to see there is beauty all around us Breathing;
Breathing in the silvery Breath..