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