No Harm Done

For my physical being I choose:

to be nourished by bluebells and buttercups and wild roses

to be kept alive by fragrance
freely given and deeply drawn
in forests, on shores and at edges of precipices

for the whoosh of a flock of crows
to power my heart

that every late October find me a moment
to sit beside fothergilla
feasting with my eyes

and any fears be quieted
by the spring brush of a pussy willow
on my lips

these things would bear me
and I them

no harm done