Trees in Autumn
When the summer's gone out of them
we can see what they are made of.
The vesseled maze, the spreading beams,
strength or helplessness, bone or cartilage. \
Defenseless. Now
we see through them.
Rolf Jacobsen
Trees
Its a bad time for trees,
a secret half locked deep in the ground,
an aerial half vulnerable
to the whims of arrogant men.
Their only defense (and it has always been so),
a seasonal diaspora of seeds,
when the Many seize the late summer winds
and leave the One behind.
FS
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