Sunapee Mandala
Leave your shadow here
on the long memory of rock
that you may number among
the friends of the planet:
we are one
in summer woods
overflowing with wings,
in the fires kindled by orange lily
struck against fern flint,
one with the music of wind
played on icy birch bones,
and the promise pollen spells
across the watery mirrors
of our future.
_______________________
Marie Harris
Desire Lines
Hobblebush Books
2019
