The Presence of Treesby Michael S. Glaser
I have always felt the living presence
of trees
the forest that calls to me as deeply
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
"the forest that calls to me deeply, as though the wood were marrow of my bone"
ReplyDeleteI love those lines - a wonderful poem altogether.
I'd love to be walking among those trees in your photos :)
lovely poem and lovely trees.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photographs and words. I almost felt like I was walking amongst the trees. What a great place to be.
ReplyDeleteAwwwww, beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI like to think about how their root system under the ground is as sprawling and impressive as what we see on above ground.
ReplyDeletefantastic photos as always :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely comments. The poem and photos seemed to match.
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