Track marks of char
line hilltops 
singed of evergreen,
the fire’s path
a blackened trail of breadcrumbs.
Vultures perch on a redwood fence 
taking orderly turns 
ripping flesh 
from roadkill skunk,
his noxious fumes 
floating miles 
down canyon,
an aromatic middle finger 
to his fate.
Yerba Buena mint 
and rosemary flowers 
bask in February light;
blankets of mustard 
woven through a loom 
of vineyards 
shimmer and hum and buzz 
with honeybees 
dusted in winter.
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#mustard #napavalley #bee #honeybee #rejuvenation  (at Oakville Grade)

 
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
             
            