near Vancouver, BC, Canada
Let me rest amongst these lichened souls that
stand where once trees stood sleeping
sway against the northern night.
Let my greens break into blacky-blues and dragonflies
and the sounds of beetle truth remind me of the rings I grew
before the long sigh and when the shamble rains began.
Let me rest a while and breathe amongst the salmonberry
and the tumblewood of cotton, ash and hemlock, fir and cedar.
And let the sounds of winds and trees tip-talking
across the sky reawaken me from sleep in sapling dress and
[This message has been edited by kevintaylor (edited 01-07-2000).]