# 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.

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### Monarch Migration
They carry no maps but the ones written in wing and instinct, no compass but the sun's steady counsel.

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### 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...

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### 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...

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### 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...

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## Favorite Artists

- Joe [@joe](/content/artist/joe/index.html)

## Influences

- Mary Oliver
- Wendell Berry
- Robin Wall Kimmerer

Member since February 2026

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