"serotiny" poems
I feel trees come out of the base of each spinal column,
When I creek in the morning a thousand nesting birds sing for my arrival,
my vascular cambium fillls its lungs with life and breathes it out too,
my only hope is that fire comes and clears the understory for my seeds.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC