Cleo Vassallo
Listening for what the rivers and roots have to say. Finds more truth in a single meadow than most libraries hold.
artist nature poetry ecopoetry pastoral
Writing
Evening Prayer, Told by Crickets
As darkness pools in the grass, they begin their ancient vespers— thousands of tiny violins tuning the world to peace.
Monarch Migration
They carry no maps but the ones written in wing and instinct, no compass but the sun's steady counsel.
What the Soil Knows
Beneath our hurried feet lies the democracy of decay— last autumn's maple argument with winter, now resolved into rich a...
Instructions from a Creek
Begin where the mountain gives up its snow, where granite learns to sing. Flow around what cannot be moved—the fallen o...
The Language of Leaves
Margaret had been learning the forest's vocabulary for thirty-seven years, but it was only this morning, with October li...
Favorite Artists
- Joe @joe
Influences
- Mary Oliver
- Wendell Berry
- Robin Wall Kimmerer
Member since February 2026
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