Edaphoecotropism
slowly engulfing
a house once
occupied
by birds.
An easy climb.
Hanging, reassured
by the short fall
to the ground.
I’d no plans for
anemochory,
unlike the samara fruit,
a winged achene,
falling in perfect ellipse.
An eclipsing hum
all the way down.
But here I am
now, watching
blossoms
and riding
Her wind.
———
In loving memory – M.E.(B).C.