Leaf Poems

I
With my brush the leaves and I conversed
But what we agreed the wind reversed.

II
I have learned more about leaves
By sweeping them than I ever learned
By leaving them alone.

III
Today aspen falls
They tremble when they live
But on earth they lie perfectly still

IV
Japanese Maple
Holds tight to its crimson leaves.
Blood must be played last.

Nov 9th 2013

From Traditional Ecological Research to Philosophico- Social-Ecological Research