Leaf buds unwrap mystic gifts and in my life unfolding, there is also that unnameable pattern
spiraling out, sending sacred stretches towards the burning sun
Turning to it, I gather a beam of light
The moment of now runs away as I search out some lasting thing, knowing too well that all things erode
Poem by Joelle Wellansa, Naturalist-in-Residence
Photos by Troy Soderberg (top) and Robert Smith.
Ephemeral spiral in a winter ravine. Photo by Billie Shelton.