Tree Talk

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

and planters,

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.

Congratulations!"

 

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

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