Friday, April 28, 2023

Poem: I Need Trees

I need their birds
and dampened bark.
I need their loud swift
jingling and I need
their rare composure
over this moving
raucous house. I need
every angle triangulated,
every lean and turn
fully integrated.
My stilted speech
wavers hallelujahs
among their branches.

                Edward Nudelman    

The last Friday in April is National Arbor Day






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