A gapeseed lost in folds

with night-dark eyes that float and dart

out of window and aperture.

fingerprint smudges on a peripheral glassy dome

of cursory movements and soft fleeting glimpses.

when the forest faintly moaned

the mountain’s chest moved up and down

when the lake rippled unannounced

the soil heart beneath contracted and fluttered

a chest cavity filled with mud and water

Whooper swans pin-cushioned the fields,

white freckles on recent harvested remains,

lost snow without a cloud.

Quack and squealer out of rhythm and tune,

they break the morning silence with joy.

Red berries lay on fleece…

White fleece covered the cold cracked earth…

Brown earth veneered my feet…

As my feet floated an inch above ground,

my body gracefully pivoted onward and forward

over field, lake, mountain and earth.

I want to be like Birch

A bird in its white-clad branches

The wind against its bark

Winter naked it refuses to bow down

Bracing cold with straight back

To be like a birch tree – unwavering.