Tag Archives: dryads

EXPECTANT

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Blue Oak mama,
belly full of young dryads—
let the dancing begin.

 

 

BELIEVERS

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Remember when it used to rain
and we made clouds of our own,
when the dryads played quietly

upon the dampened dust beyond
the bare boughs of oak trees?
The earth came alive with birdsong,

hawks soared in circles crying
with delight and we watched—
once again believing in deities.