On fingerpainting the moon and following an aphid home
On following the light back home
of rock flowing upstream and a warm basket of words
Of Words as Pictures and Pictures as Words
On Leaves fingering the moonlight and the Subtlety of Language
On staring into the Light and falling into the gaps between songlines
On Following the River Downstream and Coloniser Plants
Wandering among Plants speaking Foreign Languages
The Winter Maid takes up the Baton.
Winter scrapes a first rind of ice from the pane of the day
Of Glimpses of Light and Whispers of Memory
On the Soft Curl of water and Viridian Jellyfish Dreams
