Woven together high above their earth-sunk roots,
trees growing close
communicate by touch of twig and branch
and brush of leaf.
Meanwhile, solitary trees,
spaced accidentally by squirrels
or deliberately by meticulous planners
connect through ribbons of flowing chi.
All trees, whether merged and meshed
or standing alone,
say to their friends things like,
"That was a rich rain last night."
Conversely, in times of drought,
they moan of parched roots
and pray for water.
Sometimes they simply pass the time of day:
"Are you enjoying the summer, sister?"
or "I see the robin family
has found again this year
the crotch that links your western branch
to the limb reaching off toward the rising moon.
Today, glowing with joy,
they bear the weight of ice
from last night's freezing rain
and treasure our sighs of pleasure
at their radiant crystal glitter.
Copyright 2014 Ann Tudor