seven sparrowsin three four timewaltz trailsidegolden crowns aflamepeck, peck, hop      peck, peck, hop unseen choreographerintricately shapeshiftseighty-eight godwits’random aerial prayer songs intomultisensory enchantment sky geese sing above tree-lineeleven flocks of thirtycoalesce to three versesperpetual flow of holy voicesenchant earthly audience lone guitarist on grassy knollfully amplifiedassassinates tranquility witha stairway to heaven

first light departure from our coastal homemile high wilderness visitation  fresh mountain air a tall glass of thin november nipanemic low southern sun offering more light than warmthhoarfrost underfoot    four sets of boots crunch potato chip rhythms raven and vulture our trail guideswe follow their slowly spiraling sky-danceback and forth along the ridgelinessome kind of …

sunrise   day seventeen   “tut-tut looks like rain”clearcut to plant   lower trinity   rockpilefirst things firstsafety meetingfeet pass hackey-sackfingers pass fattiesword riddles aboundnon-smoking supervisor appeases inspectors rain pants   rain coat   rain hat   hands glovedtree bags full   bare-root stuffed   shoulder straps tighthoedads sharper   shorter than yesterdaycanteens full   pockets re-gorped          boots in mud   drop off ridge   drop in line   …