Not just a man who understood
the confounding breath of the forest
but a man who knew both fire and peace
in the conversation of tree and leaf
Shrewd and silent as scenting wolves
he might’ve remarked
We humans often live foraging words
forgetting the names of trees
but the songs we seek in solitude
keep us alive to the cries of shrieking birds
the wind-broken branch
enduring love and the mountains
of miracles
