Nature Poetry: Vignettes

Here's another poem! I wrote this one during my first summer working as a state park ranger in Vermont. 

 

Vignette I

 

In the way that a moonflower

Unfolds its petals at night,

And in the same way that a leggy houseplant 

Reaches for the sun,

My body yearns

For the forest.

Vignette II

 

I go to the woods to worship my deity 

Made of soil, bark, and trees.

Never before in all my life 

Have I seen myself in something holy

But I am alive

In the wide expanse before me.

 

Vignette III

 

Place a crown of laurels

On my head

Or a daisy chain instead.

Whatever it may be,

Decorate me

In Nature.