Walking barefoot circles
‘Round and round my tiny yard
All I know is that this year
Just keeps on hitting hard
The moss is soft beneath my feet
I breathe the tree-cleaned air
And offer to the universe
The fear I cannot bear
Nassawango Creek
If you ever go canoeing
On Nassawango Creek
Go in early summer
When the fringe trees are at peak
As you paddle through the cypress knees
Watch for a flash of bright:
A prothonotary warbler
All in yellow, taking flight
Emily Adkins Bostian 