Tree...you are not flesh and blood..

Tree

 

 

you are not flesh and blood

yet you bleed

redeemed by your very presence

and unquestioning nature

while I

eternal doubter

marvel at the single drop

each blossom

sheds for my sins

or are they tears

at my christening

whereby I am cleansed

anew washed clean

because of a promise

written in blood

wine mixed with water

to soften its edge

to ease my culpability

 

or is it both

for one cannot be

without the other

he could not have bled

on you

been torn apart

on you

redeemed me from your height

had he not first

blessed the sea

had you not first

 wept


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Trees...I am back...

TREES...

...I am back once more among you.

You, never doubting for one moment

and I, never quite as sure

of ever wending my way again

between your sheltering arms.

Wanderer, I, stopping often

to rest among your kind

never overstaying my welcome

fearing another farewell

unmindful that more of you await me

yet clinging to a grasp

that is never wise of me to ease from.

Now we look together

across a great blue eye

that shines in the moonlight

clings to stars ere day is come,

one of you bent and crippled

yet touching the water

as might a young girl

on a late autumn day,

rippling its surface with her hand.

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Trees...how little we know...

Trees



how little we

know

of what you do

how few

the thanks

we offer you

as we pass

oblivious

to the coolness

in your deeper parts

that costs nothing

but is everything

to those of us

who need the

air you clean

the water

to quench

our children's thirst

to banish winter

bring us through

spring

and summer

to that place

of color

as you ease into

fullness

as green gives way

to crimson

yellow

gold

as your hunger wanes

and you look

toward your

long rest

when your song

will soften

to a whisper

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