Trees

Here are some small trees and scrubs getting ready for spring. Not long now until leaves are peeping out and the world turn green yet again.

The Presence of Trees

I have always felt the living presence
of trees

the forest that calls to me as deeply
as I breathe,

as though the woods were marrow of my bone
as though

I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching
arc of the larger canopy

beside a brook bubbling to foam
like the one

deep in these woods,
that calls

that whispers home

~ Michael S. Glaser ~