During midsummer, a fluffy seed thought, “I’m tired of being adrift on the wind.” Presently, a dandelion blossomed in the sun.
Three seasonal poems by John Smelcer, translated from the Ahtna by the poet himself. High-res

During midsummer, a fluffy seed thought,
“I’m tired of being adrift on the wind.”

Presently, a dandelion blossomed in the sun.

Three seasonal poems by John Smelcer, translated from the Ahtna by the poet himself.