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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84, Charing Cross Road (book review)

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,

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“a tree knows its work”…“des arbres et vents” my poem