Robert Wrigley: The Consciousness of Everything
That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.
Sandra McPherson: Far Away in Time, the Senses Return to Me as I Identify with That Tree
The way the lightning-split
willow was tugged,
wandy and half still alive,
It refused to uncork.
Sandra Lubarsky: Speak the Name of Beauty
So beneficial is exposure to the natural world that a new global movement has arisen to declare access to nature a human right.
Video: Travel Deep Inside a Leaf
To really get to know the tallest trees in the world, start with their leaves.
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?
Robert Walicki: If a Tree Falls
A tree falls does anyone care if it makes it into this poem? A poem bone deep and raw, broken into bark and hanging on to the edge of a … 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
