Image: Alice Vegrova
Listen.
Sun makes plants golden
The color of honey.
Slowly
Slow your rhythm, belly to worm
Snail slow sap slowÂ
To the below
To where the power will soon return
As leaves green their last green
And then
Golden themselves the color of sun
Becoming
Beyond a rainbow
Purple, red, russet, eggplant copper
Yellow rust gold sunshine glint and shimmer and monarch wing orange delight
And then
More shades of brown than there are names
Brown. A humble servant.
Curling and turningÂ
Downward listening diving
To it's knees
Falling into fall
Landing on earth floor nakedÂ
Indigenous. Native brown. True.
The color of soil doesn't lie.
Neither does soul.
Listen.
To the stories as they gather in the roots.
A harvest of nourishmentÂ
Cornucopia of story
Filling belly with knowing
Listen. May the hearth be  filled with ears to hear the art of the heart of the hearth
Of earth.
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