"#aspen is a tangle of roots living by fire and ice. The pronouns of deciduous trees, cool wet mountain #Populustremuloides, eighty thousand years of roots. In #hibernalis, #hiver, the leaf shaking nation, auprès de ma blonde gold, doug fir, north aspen meadow.
I remember spring, soft bitter barked forest eyes watching green.
Warm wet white clouds straight up on creosote saguaro ocotillo plains, past the blue and san francisco, along juan miller past fred fritz daffodil grave, past silk tassel sycamore creeks, yerba santa manzanita cliffs, soaring into single seed juniper.
Cold shadows grow, desert meets mountain on fields of red root fendleri. Remnant north #ligusticum islands below raspberry peak with gentian. #Arctostaphylos #uva-ursi, great bear, raindrops dropped pedicularis sweet cicely rainbows. Lightening pumps and thumps the ground, thunder exploding the crown. Fire flows down sap red orange embers in twilight. Smoke like water sinks to the ground. Hail begins to fall, summer turned to winter. Feeding #neanderthal paleo roots, snow covered #walkingmountain.
The pronouns of lightning torched aspen, i us them we."
-Paul Manski 12/4/2020
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