There is a great discourse among trees

There is great discourse among trees now.
Everywhere maples and oaks are dancing.
The October moon, the swollen rivers
& migrant winds arouse the watershed.
There are messengers moving
through the forest now
like herds of caribou across the tundra.
This is a language needing no interpreter.
When the will of summer speaks
to the darkness of fall and winter,
the undertow of the other world
calls everything to itself then.
It’s the time of gathering and letting go.
Even the tall pines are alert
listening to the cries of crows and geese in flight.

This is the knowing inherent in everything
flowing everywhere forever.