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I Believe in Trees


Those silent citadels

standing against long

nights of wind and cold.

 

Broken willow bramble

scratches a pale sky after

yesterday’s ice storm.

 

Each spring small buds

blossom as bugs and

butterflies orbit boughs.

 

Green new leaf fits

your hand so perfectly.

The future lies in your palm.

 

Birds reciting litany in woods.

Each rainfall the forest

grows taller, more verdant.

 

Summer afternoons…trees

sashay in sunshine showing

off their emerald gowns.

 

Winds sway maple branches.

Leaves drop like butterflies

falling to the warm earth.

 

Red yellow brown carpets

of crunchy foliage spread

over roads welcoming us.