planting trees

i wrote this poem after my first season tree planting for the conservation authority - it has been gradually changing with time, workshops and submissions - and i have recently been emailing a woman who wants to publish it in Poetry Canada magazine, so exciting.

it has been a while since i have posted - taking a while to settle into this writing on the net and publishing - so i thought it would be nice to post the poem,

[sunken in alfalfa]

vous
breathing beneath seed parachutes
sugar maple keys
handing soil a mouth for green
ash burr oak white pine

roots,
umbilical cords,
reach like octopus

nous
squirreling over moist fields
beaks
plunge, eyes perk

hounds
rolling fossilized mysteries

elles
freely fumbling foals, stretch
long-limbed imagination

dive into triangles to
nose the earth

astronauts,
off a dandelion crown

ils
pluck
the rain
strum
the sun
catch the wind
with a bubble wand

~

peace to all of you who are still planting this spring, we are all thanksful for this. i'm off for a walk with the waking trees and my little life hounding pup.