Imaginary landscapes among the erratic romantics

One day, the glacier repaired itself.
The mighty blue tongue covered the lake.

There was no more honking.
Herring ran like silver traffic.

A brown bear shrugged awake.
People left bouquets of skunk cabbage.

Snow scrolled back into clouds.
Mud became a fluent language.

A varied thrush came back in February.
Her song became an education. A spoke.

Little children learned the names of plants.
But only by speaking with them.

Yarrow had the best stories.
Artemisia spoke in silver-spear rhymes.

In the morning, pine siskins flocked in the alders.
A brilliant noise collection. A bag full of chicanery.

One moose thought she might just lie down.
Like a cabin, she became a refuge, an abandonment.

The crows on the beach cooperated.
Turning over stones for each other and prattling.

Sunshine demanded the allegiance of everything.
And everything was eager to give it.

One old woman stood all day and sang to the ocean.
We all finally understood the words and memorized them.

The ocean wrapped its arms around the town.
Houses empty except for the calm darkness that lived there.