northern red oak (Quercus rubra)

english version 

by Dani “dan” Cole

walking by

each hour, wind



leaves rattle 


of catching air

flight delayed as

petiole awaits


you’ve held on

frame marcescence

hypotheses abound 

as to why 

i like to think

you keep winter 

less quiet

dried pinnate leaves 


we need time

sounding through biting air

when you’re heard best

thick skins

awaiting return,

pestling by feet into 

cement, particles strewn by

reasons of air

walking by as 

buds swell

what was there

enough now

to fly forth


by Louise Glück

Do you know what I was, how I lived?  You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring–

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

Jewelweed and Poison Ivy

by jerise

Jewel to Ivy:
“leaves of three, let her be”:
you protect yourself with oil,
clever, hairy, green beauty:
but I know your secret—and
i know how to…

Ivy to Jewel:
you gleaming thing
i can’t look away from you:
i protect myself,
but i’m no match
for your explosive


by jerise

diente de león,
you are a lion with sharp teeth
stretching and preening in the sun;
your golden blossom explodes in fire;
your roots stand strong,
push miles down into the earth,
stable, penetrating, soothing, immovable.
Your sharp deep green leafy teeth nourish me;
your myriad seeds, their little tufted ponchos catching drifts of wind,
pieces of cosmic fluff, scatter to the sky.
You are my protective mother sun-lion.
I curl up around your stem,
under your golden umbrella,
settle down to sleep in your green toothy foliage,
dreaming inside your warm savannah.


by jerise

Fingergrass, Fonio, Pride of Hou Ji, de la Tribu del Mijo,
sweet daughter of Shennong,
you rise early in spring
from your grassy bedspread
of slender finger-leaves

to fling your seeds of power
Out of ancient Africa, you travelled far:
India, Asia, Europe, and leaping
across the seas,
sister of sorghum, ragi, and teff,
Sanoussi Diakité husked you, and
Polish mothers brought you tenderly
to the shores of Manahatta
for your beautiful warm grain,
good for heart and head,
destined to feed multitudes.


most of the things in the world are broken today

i stopped by the side of the walk

and took a handful of mulberries

from the same tree

that was feeding

a multitude of birds