she unfolds

[greensidhe]

down to the bog
sweet loam mother
pitcher plants with laughing mouths
feathery liverworts yearning to be caressed
vivid mushrooms tall as a mouse, sunset vivid

in all,
she unfolds
and i exhale
to remembed
the gentleness
of life

what it is
for green-blood
to sing

Comments

[catwingz]

ooo I love pitcher plants!

I remember
in the mountains,
what it's like
to let wind song
sing through my being