Sunday, June 6, 2021

Forest Floor

forested canyon, sierra
nevada--we walked
among conifer columns
standing in living lithe
patience. our booted feet

landed quietly on annual
layers of pine needles,
each level a different color
of time, light tan on top,

and a darkening all the way
down to black fusion 
with soil, reabsorption--

perhaps a resurrection 
with water up, back up into
tree through root and cambrium,
bough, cone, seed, pollen--
or needle again, shaking
green in wind, staying
still in snow. 

hans ostrom 2021

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