Not shy as tree nymphs are said to be not oak-dwelling, but Sitka spruce never worry about leaves leaving and not returning, like dawn-swept dreams. With Artemis, we see unseen hands hired to wrench Dudleya plants off their native North Coast. Bluff lettuce, pale green rosettes of fleshy leaves vermillion-tipped, erects a stem and blooms with a cluster of yellow flowers. Not abalone iridescent, yet coveted, like a nymph by Pan. Ancient wardens, we whisper suspicion into ears ready to follow the trail of dirt. Replanting like healing. Don't believe in my existence, in dryads or archer Artemis roaming forests and hills? Believe the plunder. Tiny Dudleyas, tall redwoods, poachers grab: it's what they do. Spring: my home tree grows fingers of bright needle-like leaves. I have been here eons. Artemis too, watchful, unleaving.