Tree Logic 101

Not long after the hurricane blew through,
I notice them on a Sunday drive–
a tribe of trees undressed, their outer bark
peeling like sunburned skin.

Ever-reaching pines that seem to sway
in unison, praise the violet sky in chants
and dance as if to say apology accepted.

Some lean across the country lane
like old neighbors gossiping at curbs, one
so bent out of shape I wonder
how it stands a chance.

Survivors, these trees–
no storm or drought ever
wipes them out completely.

Why should we?

 

About the Poet:
Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch and Hello, It’s Your Mother, has poems in concis, Prelude, Crack the Spine, Gargoyle, and more. An avid runner and lover of nature, Laurie lives in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children and two dogs. Learn more at http://lauriekolp.com.
 

 

Photo by Goodwin Dance.

 

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