Tree hugging

A poem from my archives

I love trees. Have I ever mentioned that? They are my favorite thing in the whole world. I know the term tree hugging is a name for something activists do. But really, I encourage you to actually go, wrap your arms around a tree. Say hello first. Chatter with the squirrels. But then give it a good squeeze. You’ll be better for it.

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Tree Hugging

The best embrace—
arms around the steady sentry,
no need for introduction;

its name lies 
in the earthy scent of bark,
in hours staring upward green and blue.

The wind rustles through its leaves,
an answer for your loneliness,
a whisper for your skin.

Feet on the grass, 
firmly planted between its roots,
All is still, and you are known.

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