nemophilies:

“Inside the meadow is the grass,
rich with darkness. Inside the grass is the wish to be rooted, inside the rain
the wish to dissolve. What you think you live for you may not live for.
One star goes out. One breath lifts inside a crow inside a field.”

— Joanna Klink, from “Stars, Scatterstill” in Excerpts from a Secret Prophecy