Forester's Hymn
the wood ear
cascades up the dead
pine's spike, like the living
tresses of a bride
forest moan
why do I need to
propose
to me, when I can
stay here where I am,
listening for the sound
to crack through
wait for me because I
am dying too
song of all creatures
fungus of all
why do we need rain?
where is the future
let me finish my vows
— heidi arnold