Midday
on a streetlight unlit
a Hawk

the Moon
rings
when the clouds roll over


the smell of broken Earth
the Color on my hands

the sharp and savory
acid scent of Juniper
sprung green from Granite

a pine cone
in the soft, blue alkaline
sweet alpine Water

termite hieroglyphs
drift wood Houses in braille
rough under fingers

sun bleached tree stump
on lake shore stones
one root in the water

Spring sun
snow patches
in tree shade

the lichen bright lime
making patient animals
of old growth Cedars

Fall
from leaf to leaf
the paths of ants

bent over
staring at the Earth
where is this poem?