trees wave too

by ruthsmason

IMG_3271If you don’t already subscribe via email to Writer’s Almanac–just google it and join in.  It’s a great way to get a poem a day as well as entries about authors born on the day at hand.  Recently this poem appeared, A Final Affection by Paul Zimmer–a lucky link to my love of trees.  This tree lives in Balboa Park, San Diego, CA.

I love the accomplishments of trees,
How they try to restrain great storms
And pacify the very worms that eat them.
Even their deaths seem to be considered.
I fear for trees, loving them so much.
I am nervous about each scar on bark,
Each leaf that browns. I want to
Lie in their crotches and sigh,
Whisper of sun and rains to come.

Sometimes on summer evenings I step
Out of my house to look at trees
Propping darkness up to the silence.

When I die I want to slant up
Through those trunks so slowly
I will see each rib of bark, each whorl;
Up through the canopy, the subtle veins
And lobes touching me with final affection;
Then to hover above and look down
One last time on the rich upliftings,
The circle that loves the sun and moon,
To see at last what held the darkness up.