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


  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 :)

  2. lovely poem and lovely trees.

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

  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.

  5. fantastic photos as always :)

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


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