One place understood helps us understand all places better.

Eudora Welty


Tuesday, April 23, 2019

White tree

White bark tree
in dark bark woods
limbs like bare arms
reaching to heaven
leaf offering
to the sun.

Or offering angles
against a gray backdrop
sky without sun or shine
In a complex way
signaling to me,
there is life.

There is life in
the dark bark woods
where it seems that
nothing could grow
not even white bark
on snow.

And there are angles
that insist life can exist
there in the dark bark woods
and I will never pass by
without noticing
that too.