Mar 04
poem 2 comments challenge: Invasive

If a tree falls in the forest...

I am 237 years old today,
the oldest tree in this forest. I am
a living measurement of time, a history book in
its most natural form. Wizened by decades of observation
witness to catastrophes and wonders you will never know
but there is one tragedy I will tell you. One of every twelve
trees in Vermont are ash trees like me and their wails in the wind warn
of imminent death in the form of an emerald beetle. Their larvae grow under
our bark, feed on our flesh, blocking our transportation of water and
nutrients until our skin becomes brittle and splits, our crowns of
foliage fall and we die of thirst and starvation. These invasive
aliens won't stop until we've all collapsed, returning
 to the earth we once arose from. You may
be thinking "It's just
trees, why should
we care?" Our lives
are more entwined
than you realize.
We take your exhales
Mar 16

To live


To live with purpose is
to see the world in singing starlight,
a beguiling black canvas
studded with moments of
existential ecstasy

a star to every time
we have raised our voices
against the thunder
and became the vein
of light which shot
into the hearts of darkness

a moon to every minute
we listened
so that every word dropped
into our wellsprings
of knowledge
or so the speaker
could rest with the knowledge
that somebody listened.

 
Feb 06
poem 2 comments challenge: Invasive

If a tree falls in the forest...

I am 237 years old today,
the oldest tree in this forest.
I am a living measurement of time,
a history book in its most natural form.
Wizened by decades of observation
witness to catastrophes and wonders 
you will never know
but there is one tradgety I will tell you.

One of every twelve trees in Vermont are ash trees like me
and their wails in the wind warn of imminent death
in the form of an emerald beetle.
Their larvae grow under our bark, feed on our flesh
blocking our transportation of water and nutrients
until our skin becomes brittle and splits
our crowns of foliage fall
and we die of thirst and starvation.
These invasive aliens won't stop until they've killed each and every one of us.

You may be thinking
Its just trees, why should we care?
Our lives are more intwined than you realize.
We take your exhales and turn them into inhales.
Dec 17

War

Oct 24

Tornado

My parents wonder at my chronic disorganization,
  for which I can offer only one explanation:         
 surrounded by mess, is where I work best                
 in the eye of the storm, I best perform.
My creative flow, is more like a tornado
                but I'm the master, of my natural disaster.     
    To others my room is quite amiss
         yet I know where everything is.
It represents my thoughts,   
     cluttered & random
but not really lost.
I feel most      
at peace
     amidst
 choas.




 
Oct 02

An Endangered Culture

This is not just a book essay; it describes some of the major issues facing Vermont today, the negative impact they are having and what we, as Vermonters, can do to protect our endangered culture. I hope that you will read it in its entirety.   
         
Sep 03

occupational hazard

Sep 03

starstruck

May 26

My Garden Tiger

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