Trees are starting to spring green in the northern hemisphere now, with buds opening to leaves under the warming sun. These poetry thoughts date back to the autumn-winter, when storms had uprooted a tree.
Trees without leaves
look at home
when the sun doesn’t shine.
Trees with roots
bitten from earth
look more balanced.
Trees look like bells
when out of their womb
dumbbells and barbells.
Trees of life
weighted with birds
raised high by humanity.
Trees stand for sacrifice
branches welcome visitors
axe and chainsaw.
Trees look cold
naked to the bone
lying in the lumber yard.
mistYmuse 