[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.]

Renewal
at dusk
soft whoos
behind me
Chloe
new shoot
on the Tree
of Life
the purple
ribbon falls…
ruby buds
meet cobalt sky
Ki* is born
Kin
birthed
anew
in love
in love
mycorrhizal
fungal
roots
remain
unscathed
unbroken
pulsing light
beneath my feet…
* Robin Wall Kimmerer (Braiding Sweetgrass) suggests that we use the word Ki short for Kin when addressing other than human beings. I have adopted this word and use it frequently when in the woods. What I love most about it is that ki instantly connects me to bear flower or tree on an intimate level. I don’t get caught as a science writer by thinking about who I am seeing.