tree

snow drive. hawk in the wind. a crossing. solitary trees

whatever we touch touches us. there is no other
leaf or limb this world is my body walking

heart wood beating
a shifting, drifting, whispering echo

a silence always on the verge of sound,
a book stripped of unnecessary words

ancient woman bowing in the wind

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(Leafpress invited poets to send couplets for a co-op new year's poem again.
the theme this year: "tree". 37 poets responded. the whole poem is online at: co-op tree.
above, a variation of it: a found tree inside this tree. more about Leafpress and the series, here)

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& more tree posts in this blog: life as a journey along trees