Dahlia leaves, intensely green after a thunderstorm.
Ferns and moss, a fertile, humid prayer.
Cleaning the iris bed — old, worn mothers with their fearless children.
The scent of mushrooms soon to sprout.
A friendly neighbor says a spirit haunts his house.
Books — Walt Whitman and John Muir. Melville and Thoreau.
And how strange Emerson, if he’d had a beard.
September 12, 2019