Ode to Fern Valley

By Janelle Lynch

April 2021

Published in Prix Pictet Confinement

teNeues, Augsburg, Germany, 2021

Here, I hear the Soque River flow below me. 

The birdsong above. Left. Right. 

A bee hovers close to last year's leaves on which I sit underneath a tulip poplar that drops flowers from three stories high. Thank you. 

A breeze blows, branches flap. Trillium dance. 

A fly zips by. 

The sky blue like the breast of the bird overhead. 

At home far from home with Mother Nature in Fern Valley.