Tree...
...why am I only now seeing you
when it's clear you've been there for some time
defying your official taxonomy as a
sprawling shrub?
You are hardly that but a proud, though spindly,
specimen, deep green needles crimson arils strong
stiff bole sporting branchlets just bursting to be seen.
Taxus canadensis, you emerged here
beneath the taller trees when no one was looking
(no one usually is), hid in their shadows
making no fuss until the day the light found you and
I saw you leaning there
waiting to be noticed.
And once again there was no one to share this with
no one else who cares about yew trees
and how one might come to be here
nestled into this cluttered wood just another
ground-hugging miracle...
...
