Trees....even when I am not with you...

Trees

　

...even when I am not with you

I am with you

if only through my window

as you shed your fall attire and wait to don

your winter finery

　

a few of you left recently

decimated by the tree service

saws

　

I sat by watching as they

toppled you sent you crashing to the ground

where you sent shudders through me for

the last time and then

　

someone came to erase what was left

grind away at your soul

at the records of your years

your dust fell

mingled with the soil

and then I went out

to claim you

to scatter as much as I could of you

among my flowers

where you will never be forgotten

at least not by them

　

and now it's as if nothing was

ever there at all

as if you'd never stood there

straining beneath the taller trees that had

the advantage all along but you never gave up

reaching for the sun

ever

　

nor will I

　

ever

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Trees...you have tales to tell...

Trees

you have tales to tell

histories locked in your rings

tight and unreachable

but by the sawyer's cut

when the years spill out

as so much sap

and secrets

years of strife

sadness strivings

uncertain ages

and misgivings

lamentations over losses

celebrations of victories

and ages of uncertainty

locked away

in your layers

of bark safe

until the first glint

of metal on flesh

your innards

show us time

compressed into narrow spaces

thin green skins

that knew sunlight

for only a year

before night fell forever

and we count them

run our fingers across them

and marvel that

you were there

when it all happened

and yet said not a word

but were

resigned waiting

for a hand

that bore a pen

or an axe






















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Tree...did you see...



Tree

did  you see the man approaching

with that look

in his eye

that look

that spoke of fire on a cold night

a new shelf in his workshop

shavings for the woman's

flower beds?

Did you know it would hurt

to have the years

cut from you that way

no blood

trees don't bleed

but they weep.

I've heard them.

Might I have heard you

that day

before the thud

the sound

a tree makes

as it

meets its Maker?

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