the air in the woods after rain
is the color of the old hours
with faith in each other
they come to us
our essential things
the day walks in circles around us
we feel the rain again
—with lines by Lorca
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
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- Wandering Off
- Go, and Leave It There
- Going to the Center
- Bounded
- River and Valley
- A Deepening
- Grand Coincidence
- Instinctive
- One to the Other
- Solstice with Fireflies
- Enter Orlando
- Under the Mandrakes
- Where Did You Go?
- The Volunteers
- Cool Morning With Flute
- A Summoning
- Stopping on a Dirt Road at Sunset
- After Rain
- Peonies
- If We Can
- I Am Grateful
- This Time
- As the Sun Climbs Higher
- Ocean You Said
- A Place to Land
- First Lightning Bug
- Under the Canopy
- The Shape of Space
- Rain on the Windrows
- Elevation
- Under Open Sky
- Caesura
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