(with lines from John Ashbery's "Some Trees")
Woodland people,
Spirits raised amidst the trees,
Force of one place,
Strength of silence,
Each leaf afloat
Adding a bit of heaven,
You and I suddenly
What the trees try to tell us
We are: that their being here
Means something; that soon we may
Touch, love, explain.
copyright 2010 J. O'Brien, all rights reserved
