Turning Leaf Migrations

There Were Seedlings From the Terraced Lakeside – Doppled Sprouting Points

Where Winters and Springs

Where Beginnings and Endings Met and These Things Stuck Inside of Each Other Like Honey Drops.

Uprooting Mycelium in the Night Forest of “Grmade” We Spoke With the Bubilant Sage

While We Crawled Our Dance Around a Fungus Stump Courting the Tiny Folks to Come and Play…

Wandering Around Inside of “Ourea” We Blew Into the Breathing of the Stochastic Rushing Water

And Once Again, the Mirror Was Too Steamed to Cross the Voracious Throat

That Even Falling Couldn’t Forge a Path to Send Back the Frozen Land.