
Pride
Mountain blooms parade in showy mats, in clusters
scattered across scree. Preternatural
is a judgement. Fragile
is another. Meanwhile, oxytrope grows
alchemizing stone to soil
with symbiotic bacterial teams. So
transforms the world, breath
by breath
by breath. In the valley below
great horned owls percuss the
gluey gloaming air. Awake
or not, life responds. Some scurry
or ruffle. Others roll over. On the mountain
petals rise, sharp-keeled and stem-hairy
navigating the season’s
unknowns. We all face uncertainty
hardened by judgment. Still
open or closed, life thrives
on a spectrum. Our bow of light bends
between earth and sky.
Breathe. Arrows may fly. Perennials
put down roots and persist.
Love this. Brings me right there and then to a difficult reality. I’d rather just stay in nature. Thanks
me too. thanks Chris
To help us process the chaos.
Thanks.
thank you Jean