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The mountain grows
under the brush,
the thrush from the song,
yellow green
from the tree's intention.

The leaf-bud drops
unresponsive hands:
Apathetic Adams'
passive attention
to summer sun.

Arthritic by winter,
curling become claws,
horns calling harvest,
blaring winter wooing
howling to mice:

Awesome the avalanche,
the hurricane, lightning,
flood, famine, the bear
its bite, the bee
its sting, but

Its needlepoint
of pollen
honey knits:
sticky saplings
flowering fruit.


© Dan Goorevitch, 2003