Sap's Rising;
it has been tapped, captured,
heated to pouring perfection.
WITHIN
ME BURNS A FLAME
Seeds're Sprouting,
warmed by layers of grief
and the sun's return.
WITHIN
ME BURNS A FLAME
Sun's Setting
on so many sacred
landscapes. They need rain.
WITHIN
ME BURNS A FLAME
A magpie is nesting.
Drawing upon his ancestors'
DNA, he builds.
He is not sure why.
WITHIN
ME BURNS A FLAME
Spring's coming —
tomorrow, I think. The Planet
is ready. A few things still
need to die.
WITHIN
ME BURNS A FLAME
