Kousa dogwood yields fruit for us, food for twilight hours. As full moon rises We rest ourselves down on summer’s Moss, tiny forests that beckon Promising us they can take our weight. O we drink pine tree’s Sweet sap-nectar whilst opening Fern’s window. Stars invite us To count them and we bob our heads In and out of creek’s cold wetness while tasting Stones between our teeth. White calla lily Begins to sing as dusk Sways, a veil is thinning and she Knows it. We tremble a little as Tree-spirits emerge to tell us their secrets and we know This night is young. All ingredients are here and ocean Is our soup our buddha our mystery Not ours at all. We indeed are pieces of yarrow-quilt, Gentle on this earth Bathed yesterday in the ocean Love that salt on skin Come with us to tea Guest list: ant, squirrel and tree Cloud, berry and bee Oak, red stone and sea
Rebecca Canright grew up on an organic farm on the east coast of the United States. She attended Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington, USA, and lived and worked on both the east and west coasts in her post-college years. She believes that the more we share our love of the Earth with each other in this complex time, the more we strengthen our collective motion toward ecological healing.