rainshadow mandala

east is red cedar
south is moon
west is night wind
north is a hard strait
to the open sea

foamflowers crash midair
starflowers open on the floor
salmon swim in the sky
apples sing under the trees

spring is not yellow or blue
spring is gold and violet

a bright eye shines
in the woodpile
salamander has eaten the snail

Elizabeth Myhr holds an MFA in Poetry from Seattle Pacific University and is a co-founder of Calypso Editions. She has published two books, the vanishings and the practice of devotion. This poem is from a new manuscript, gaze. Myhr lives in the forest. Read her blog at: https://forestdweller.substack.com/.