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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