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You call me tree

but what is that to me?

My name is green

in the summer

when the zephyr fondles me.

In winter

I am bare-branch

dancing against a fat sky.

I am home to tiny things

you choose not to see.

I am ancient

unless you chop me down

with your ax

and turn me into wall

or chair

or totem pole.

I like that one

for then you see

my many faces

and I see all of yours

and someday

when you look

the other way

I shall name you.


© 2014, 2017  Betty Hayes Albright 


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Rain is wetter now

swelling appetites of trees

hungering for green.


(c) 2013  Betty Hayes Albright

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