Karen An-Hwei Lee

The Holy Spirit comes in while you are quiet. There is nothing voice yet many questions while our tongues are still.

When I left the southern coast, I bid farewell to hummingbird, never thought I'd see a calliope, rufous, or ruby-throated again ...

In the northwoods, the serene pulse of the lake greets buds and pollen falling under pines while bees hum praise from sunrise until dusk in this place of trees.

Say, how deep is the long lake, we asked a she-eagle who rose above the water like a great kite or parasail in the shape of a girl with wings.