I Love Trees

Standing tall, resolute in thunderstorms,
blizzards or sunshine, bending in breezes, 

home to squirrels, hummingbirds and
owls. Silent, wonderfully silent in quiet 

majesty, bothering nothing, existing, living 
in due course their destiny without rancor, 

war or bitterness. Who lives here with more 
grace and dignity than trees? Who is it?

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Williams

Williams I stole a book or two in my time— from a room where it bided unread winter and winter came Williams, came that greeny asphodel; unknown then to me in my darkness, how it bloomed when I brought it out, modestly, continuously, met me long years away with waves of renewed waking, a kind […]

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