Autumn window no. 3: Vulpes fulva, Key of Bflat
She walks along the edges of music
star-lit before the fog rises from the river
Her black paws are quarter notes
black-tipped tail, white belly diurnal
We see her in the early morning
in the meadow where the Great Horned Owl flies.
Douglas Fir above, blackberry thicket below
Look! She is the color of vine maple leaves
warning symbols on a topographical map
danger! Fire danger high global warming
when we have forgotten the lyrics
the pendulous nest, woven tightly of plant fibers,
our relations. She slips through the grove of Hazelnut
like the mists over Salmon Creek.
She remembers the Sumac, the runes of trees,
voices of Spotted Towhee.
– Gwendolyn Morgan
Crow Feathers, Red Ochre, Green Tea
Danvers,MA: Hiraeth Press, 2013. 4