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Another male act - pure blanket pollination - tree dust everywhere

Standing near the spray of falling water, tumbling, the flow never ebbs

A magnet of light flickers in evening's fall, a call to all moths

Tree roots remember all the droughts, the rains, the storms, all the times before

Across evening sky, a spray of stars – small points of light; a portrait of night

It's only time, now, before the bushes blossom, thick with blueberries

A cold chill in May suggests summer in hiding; June's a book to read

The Hydrangea, singing in spring rains, blossoms a beautiful coat

Sugar Maple sap - its ounces of ooziness – a taste in nature

This abandoned world brims with such grief and sadness; It's hard to hold on