I love you she texts me.

All day it has been raining and the steel hood of the sky is pulled down

close over the trees, every alder drips

with silver, if I wanted to I could reply

There are birds here I have never seen

before; the air tastes like the sound of frogs

calling, it is green, green here, green

as if there is no winter, as if nothing dies

or goes to sleep, and there are thorns

everywhere now, woven through the woods.