Robert Frost: The Sound of the Trees
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
Bertha Rogers: Copper Beech Trees in Winter
Leaves arc, like paintings of blown leaves; like cut paper, like sunset strewn across red-gold sky, like smoldering fires; serrate-edged, notched, like some knives. But they cut only the hard … Continue reading
Zoltán Böszörményi: The Conscience of Trees
(A fák lelkiismerete) you must appeal to the conscience of trees their calm is the sign of confidence that you’ve coveted for ages even with a budding mind their … Continue reading
Paul Christensen: The Cedar Forest
There’s a cedar forest near where I live in the south of France, which sprawls across the slopes of a mountain otherwise covered in what the French call the garrigue. … Continue reading
Deborah DeNicola: What Words?
What Words could fold this paper into a tree? How can I coax its ridges back into bark, rub its creases into nodules, flatten its already concave belly for someone … Continue reading
Eric Holthaus: Up in Smoke
Trees are dying at unprecedented rates. Can we rethink conservation before it’s too late? Each year, the Earth’s trees suck more than a hundred billion tons of carbon dioxide from … Continue reading
James Tolan: Evening Trees
My grandfather was a storyteller who died when I was young. He would take me for walks among the evening trees and know they were alive, pulsing with the life … Continue reading