I whisper in the
Forest
The firs,
Listen
I talk to the
Sequoias.
An increase in my volume
I’m jealous.
They get to visit the
Sky.
Sometimes the trees sleep there.
They shelter the constellations –
From Orion’s bow and
Arrow.
Leo, Aries, Taurus.
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The pink trillium,
Envious also.
They stretch their petals
Try to increase their
Reach
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The mushrooms long to go
Up,
They can only rappel.
Their underground gossip
Network.
We are thwarted, they
Say.
Why are we stunted?
They ask.
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Breeze whistles.
She can go anywhere she
Pleases.
The tree tops,
Houses of humans,
Through windows,
French and Dutch doors left
Open.
If top is closed, go
Under.
She can’t be foiled.
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Breeze visits me at my writing
Desk
Papers
Shift.
She brings
Daydreams.
Of woodland scents,
Pine pitch, a fir’s fallen
Branches that feed the forest
Floor.
Their height forever
Lost.
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I reach for my pen.
I daydream.
I draw.
Firs that reach to Venus
Trillium that hugs Ursa Minor
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Rebellious Hazelnuts 