"To sit
Among them,
They're always dripping
Azure shade, and when we talk,
Give sudden birth to breezes."

– Yu Chao, "The Pine Whisk"






Along West Knoll
Big Bluestem says hello at entrance.
It is autumn now.
The wild field a puzzle of colors
has departed –
Oak savanna beige by grass stems –
except for the primrose,
petals delicate sundrops.

I thank the Oak off in the distance,
black beautiful limbs,
a piano to the sky,
no sound, just music.

We must move slow.
Trail narrow.
Oak grubs huddled in among
the bunchgrass,
old friends listening
too to nothing.