Poem for an Orchard

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each season is a sleep 

filled with an orchard of dreams

mile high ice ground rock to soil, here

so long before we came

so long before we stalked and named

this gifts rising to the bud of our

tongue

butterflies lean and list

bowing their whole bodies

to the root of sweetness

as the mandalas of their wings

open and close

each season is a sleep

filled with an orchard of dreams

Aaron Nell (August 2021)