Trees

*** Trees *** With or without their leaves, Call out to me Especially with a spiritual mystery That amplifies as I investigate And admire the vast variety Of their beauty — Borne in the costumes of their diversity — Their created, sweeping beauty: From some with innumerous twigs shooting straight, clean Lines — arrows up into the blue; To others with gnarly branches clearly Dancing out from trunks— curving freely; From those with tops rounded completely; To others forming spiked, rotated V’s, Like wearing upside-down crinolines, appearing truly Wind-tossed so loftily As to hide their heads, their crowned peaks; And,not to be forgotten, All the evergreens, exquisitely Full and tall, proud to be seen. They keep travels looking lush throughout every Season, giving a symmetry To what we see — From bright to deep, From city to country — Over the rolling landscape scenes Surrounding us where each Tree stands growing high Humming a kind of reverie They, perhaps, want us to glean Someday as friends in a sharing reality. ———————————————————————————————- (c)2/15/22 sally young eslinger Thanks be 9