Monkeyflower crowds the foot of a waterfall
(those buttercup faces, up to something),
and a dipper flies the bends of the creek
down to a veil of mountain hemlock.
Monkeyflower crowds the foot of a waterfall
(those buttercup faces, up to something),
and a dipper flies the bends of the creek
down to a veil of mountain hemlock.
Jeffrey pine hold out their arms
where we begin. They drop their cones
whenever they are good and ready—
and we kick them aside with a little dance.