Cool and lush of spring –
memories in shades of green
saturated life, complex form,
growth from a dark womb
beneath our feet, bearing us.
Summer follows in lighted waves,
early morning until the evening star.
Swells of shimmering warmth pour
through the ripening garden.
Late summer withering heat
wilts the barely tended
unwatered places barren brown
in needles and fallen stems
lying quiet in decay.
The harvest comes to be
uprooted, prepared, devoured.
Portland, Oregon – August 27, 2016
Photo is my own, taken this date.
In Cascadia 