Dogwood

In the mirror of the stream
reflected clouds and dogwood trees
petals speaking, whispering
water syllables in flat 'G'.

Roaring over the cobbles of alluvium
an infinite resonant 'yeah':
wash clean in that creek
your gravels of Mind.

Limewhite petals, tongues,
splaying out from the Calyx saying
"men, earth, trees, streams, clouds and seas!"
Petals wither and fall in the breeze.