11.14.2007

The Presence of Trees

The Presence of Trees
by Michael S. Glaser

I have always felt the living presence
of trees the forest that calls to me as deeply
as I breathe,
as though the woods were marrow of my bone
as though
I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching
arc of the larger canopy
beside a brook bubbling to foam

like the one
deep in these woods,
that calls

that whispers home

7 comments :

  1. "the forest that calls to me deeply, as though the wood were marrow of my bone"

    I love those lines - a wonderful poem altogether.

    I'd love to be walking among those trees in your photos :)

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  2. lovely poem and lovely trees.

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  3. Beautiful photographs and words. I almost felt like I was walking amongst the trees. What a great place to be.

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  4. I like to think about how their root system under the ground is as sprawling and impressive as what we see on above ground.

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  5. fantastic photos as always :)

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  6. Thanks for the lovely comments. The poem and photos seemed to match.

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