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Monday, October 31, 2016

Trees....I go to you





Trees...

I go to you
as to no others
my shame exposed
my finiteness revealed
I bow before
your kind
who have known
the angst
of ages
been toppled
in the name
of progress
uprooted
for beauty's sake
you who are
beauty incarnate
who welcome
my imperfection
my crude exterior
that you pierce
continually
to make me
yours
 
always
you speak without words
not like we
with our sounds
and inadequate
sentiment
you speak
with leaves
with sighs
and stirrings
with bits of light
that come together
into thought
idea
warning
 
telling stories
sharing secrets
revealing truths
known only to you
standing
as you have
these ages
patient
resigned
the wind
the sun
the rain
and birds




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