Air has been renewed overnight
The Phantom Orchids close
The sun has been discovered
and unveils unsullied hues
The explorer may breathe
in the dewy earth
Gleams shimmer
across the pond and stream
Finches warblers and
sparrows dart across the tree line
Down a dirt path
Golden in morning warmth
Sinking next to a white pine
Its firm bark against my back
Breathing in nature
Holding stones within my hand
They play delicately in my fingers
and I examine their silvery lines
One-by-one I drop them
Let them join their comrades
Running soft ferns across my cheek
and pushing their stems into my hair
Sprawled under the trees
and among the Eared Lady Ferns
I run my index down an Idaho
Blue Bell once hidden by needles
Perhaps I am of nature and of dirt
and of flowers too
I may be discovered in a thousand years
as a root of an ancient cedar tree.
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