The company of trees

The company of trees

These are the ones who endure,
who hold their sway
through the storm and the still.

These are the ones who grow
deep down in the stillness of things.
Ancient burials.

These are the ones who cradle safe
both raven and sparrow young
on slender ledge and landing.

This short green season of bounty
has grown from recent cold.
Exposed, retracted, reserved.

Now the leaves flutter
like prayer flags
released to summer breezes.

So in their company strengthened
I breathe in their living breath
Gentle gifts of sustenance.

And so may we grow strong together,
Quivering, but living old
One season at a time.

Colorado, May 2007

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