Poem Six: Queen of the Night Excerpt

Pollinator, harbinger of what becomes

fruit. I tell you, keep painting 

until it speaks.

Poem Five Metempsychosis: Excerpt

Who am I:  witness, 

proliferation of green,

Poem Four: Evaporations, Excerpted Line

Can you walk on water? Does

every forest have a musician?

Poem Three: Murmuration Excerpted Line

Why can’t we hear

the sound of falling,

the failing waves?

Poem Two: Roots: Excerpted Line

This is the killing time.

The lighting of the lamps.

Poem One: Glacier

The earth shakes her memories 

into the shapes of falling flowers.