CURATED BY ERIN HEILING
Flash-frozen puddles ripple into existence
like glass oracles floating above snow
chance bends at their mercy
weaving whirlwinds into wrinkles
they burn like pools of gold.
The Way of Nature
Remember the simple taste of fruit, apples
rolling leisurely down Haystack Hill, the grass
finely brushed by the wind, carrying
the planet’s sweet breath over open fields
over still views of an easy sun, the clouds booming
with cotton shapes, drifting
carefree as dandelion parachutes.
Remember the fresh water, purity
thirsty for all kinds of parched lips, the trickles
tucked away in sun-filled streams, studded
with glistening rocks that ripple below the surface
like shimmering statues, untroubled
in their shallow bed, radiating
with revelations of yesterday and tomorrow.
Remember our flourishing nature
the branching verve, the eternal touch,
never any pressure to love. ν