a quiet revolution
the soil churns lead turns
to sunflower gold simple

now this liberated lake
a knot of knowledges
act in assembly when joined

mountains and mossy creeks, lakes,
lichens, owls and algae still
breathe without doubt to twilight

glowing creatures and moon lichens
bound underground
one hundred years to drop in

sunflowers and olive groves
centipede like chain
stretching into the distance

summer swallowed autumn
ascend to the stars
songs nestle between petals

a young blue-eyed raven turns toward
small, emerald, lake riders stirring
dragonflies darting in twilight