Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

I Am a Tree Hugging Spiritualist

I am going on a sabbatical
And the first thing I wonder is
Will my trees greet me
If I leave for a week?

I was only gone once before
For a week
And my trees waved me into my driveway.
I had planted the bulk of them.

They began waving in frenzied way 
The second I turned my car in at the top of the hill
They waved with glee, showing me their limber limbs.
The second the car stopped, the trees stood still.

My husband ran out and asked “What is up with those trees?”
“I guess they are glad to see me,” I told him.
He had no other comment. He knows I am a tree-hugging spiritualist.

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L Milton Hankins June 22, 2022 at 6:34 PM I understand completely. I have had similar experiences. I may be the only person you know who cries when a tree being cut down to make way for a power line or a paving. My sycamores are guardian angels. Caren Krutsinger June 23, 2022 at 2:13 AM My oaks and walnuts guard me and even though Kansas has had no elms since elm disease, I have a baby elm that is growing here renegade.