feeding on moonlight

tall trees
whispering silvergreen
by the cool stream

Spring had come,
feeding on moonlight

Days of travel
along endless avenues
stretched ahead
abundant and inviting

. . . . . . . .

Today's OED word of the day for the erasure poem was 'poplar.' The sketch started with a rubbing of the names of six Northwest indigenous Native American tribes in the Lushootseed alphabet and in English.