made with small portions

of wilderness collected

like words found

in the woods

arranged on the page

in spartan haikus

that shine with

the tiny and the sublime

at the same time

we enter a miniature

                   heaven

where soft blankets of

                   forest

cradle & slow our minds

                   safely

encircled in glass

we follow the path

up to the seedlin's

sweet roots, whose

delicate hands hold close

our small and precious parts

Stevie Trevino