Devonne Brown

In homage to the forest
Its heavy shadows
Deep and dark
Greener than green,
even when the sun is bright
and the begonias bloom deep red.
Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dots
Like cattails before they’re cut
The bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ring
When the air moves soft electric 
Blue Morning glories bob and wave
With love