when the fox wraps its busy tail
tight around its nose,
when the birch exfoliates its bark
to expose
the live-ness of inner rings,
this is warmth
this is preservation.
absorb the light.
photosynthesize away the night.
from woodlands' edge
to tree lines that hedge
natural boundaries,
we sit silent in dens & coves
and home sweet homes
stringing together a few words
like beads on a necklace.
these petitions adorn
our collar bones
and bid us to ask hard questions
and fortify ourselves
like Mother's sturdiest home,
the honeycomb.
each buzz, each paw-fall
each peeling tree
belongs to the song of ecology.
knit, we all are
to this ballad
of the fox & the birch.
a poem for debra
November 2020
rivercity street poet
aka, Meredith Garrett, Chattanooga, TN
[Commissioned by Barbara Voss as a birthday gift]
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