If a Tree Falls in the Forest …

Windblown treesThe November nor’ easter blew,

Year after year like an angry god, through the alders, the plane trees and the yew.

Backward eventually craned their branches to allow the blast

to more easily pass

their bent-back frames.

Such adaptation suggests this calculation:

Trees, like all living beings, can feel.

So when they fall, it need only be themselves and their companions in the forest

Who render that collapse real.


Posted on March 22, 2013, in Musing, Shameless Self-Promotion. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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