i stand between two trunks
and borrow their stillness,
which they are happy to share.
Their joy is like no other:
deeply rooted yet still reaching: solid.
The bark, wordless and rough –
doesn’t give in and
doesn’t push back.
What more is there than this?
The seeming flurry and slurry
of problems sink down into the earth
or travel up into the leaves –
dabble dance
light and
shade – upon my feet.
You could charge by the hour, tree,
but you are paid in full
with no hand out –
in sun,
in rain.
If only people knew,
they would
line up outside the gate,
come in one by one,
leaning themselves up
as needed.
They could stay as long as they liked,
learning not to
fear uncertainty.
If you wonder,
can i bear another spring?
another summer?
If there is not food of the world
that feeds you anymore –
lean into the space you have made
don’t rush to understand –
learn a thing from this
double-trunk tree.
Life as Improv 
There are deep woods in the back of our house and I’ve been drawn to their development from winter to spring. In the winter, during windy moments, the branches knock into each other; fighting, and resistant. I remember last summer, in the wind, the leaves were present as a sort of buffer, and the sound was so much more pleasing….swish and sway. Hmm..not sure where I’m going with this comment but I guess it’s been on my mind! 🙂
There is definitely something going on with me and trees; it has been going on a while, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Deep woods behind your house – how wonderful. I can hear the knocking and and the swishing! Comments that don’t know where they are going – love! 🙂
Yes, yes! 🙂 I like this!
Uncle Tree! Are you related to this tree l love with double trunks? Just loving exploring your site these past few minutes…so nice to meet you!
Nice to meet you as well, Marga! 🙂 And yes, I can relate, and animate.
Wow. Now I like that, a dip in deep waters…kirsplash!
Splish splash, the roots take a drink. When I lean my back against a tree, it feels like that solid support is the only thing one need know at all. Morning to you!
The Ents are watching over you today. I drink your spring time poetry as the tree roots drink the fresh cool rain, and I blossom with the strength of it!
I tell my tree I wrote him a poem; I love how he is not easily flattered or swayed, staying the same for me in all conditions. The Ents are no pushovers, are they? I feel love in the drops descending from your sky – beautiful blossoming Andrea!
After a rough night, I was telling my husband we needed to go for a hike today to be out in nature. YOur words capture what I was hoping to experience.
Your chart was so illuminating for me today – As the distance grows between me and my N., I can see more clearly and your sharing is a part of the clarifying process!
Blessings on your heads as you tromp out into the woods!
xo! marga
Trees for me (most days) make it worth being alive here. They have often said to me just when I needed it most: “little ,lost human it is ok, we are still here in the same place, anchored to home, giving a reminding portal…you are the one who keeps leaving and dipping somewhere else in your consciousness, but we will help you remember.” 🙂
I am getting a second spring here in NY with trees just now blooming which already had come and gone in OR. It is delightful.
-x.M
Here’s to globetrotting your way through every season of blossoming on this small planet. I see you like the little prince, moving your chair to watch each sunset, again and again! Your words appearing on this Tuesday are the breeze that moves the new leaves at the tippy top of the branches – making this lady raise her eyes up to watch the green and shimmering dance, on top of the reminding and stable trunk! xo!m
A little history giving one reason why the love affair with trees is not so crazy. Let the romance of tree hugging begin yet again 🙂 .
(whole thing is great, but love note to trees begins at 3:30 in ) -x.M
This view of our earthly trees is a treat which is being savored! Wow on the effects! Thank you. I’m Sending you comfort in crowds and ease in the hubbub of the human masses as you take off again! xoxoxox!
I live in a city and my best way to keep in touch with Nature (and get some great advice and loving) is to hang out with my favorite sequoia tree 🙂
Loved your poetry! xox