“a tree knows its work”…“des arbres et vents” my poem
talk trash to the wind
des arbres et vents
The trees do not seek the wind,
but they grow where it goes.
A tree knows its work:
a tree stands in rain
and growth happens
time after time,
and a tree stands in snow
and holds it aloft
for us to see,
and a tree welcomes critters
who need a high place to live.
Every tree tempts the breezes
and taunts the wind,
boughs do not break
as they beckon all winds,
the limbs slide and sway
and push the wind aside,
the trees eat the wind
under sun and stars,
each tiny twig, each lazy leaf
talks trash to the wily wind
that knows about the detours
in great worlds of open air,
but won’t give up the endless gift
of giving the trees
a reason to bend
as they turn the wind
into wrinkles that slump and hide,
among the unseen nests
of the birds and squirrels.
May 23, 2024
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