Sunday, May 19, 2013

broken trees-JUNE 18, 2012-after, before

A Final Affection
a poem by Paul Zimmer
I love the accomplishments of trees,

How they try to restrain great storms
And pacify the very worms that eat them.
Even their deaths seem to be considered.
I fear for trees, loving them so much.
I am nervous about each scar on bark,
Each leaf that browns. I want to
Lie in their crotches and sigh,
Whisper of sun and rains to come.

Sometimes on summer evenings I step

Out of my house to look at trees
Propping darkness up to the silence.

When I die I want to slant up

Through those trunks so slowly
I will see each rib of bark, each whorl;
Up through the canopy, the subtle veins
And lobes touching me with final affection;
Then to hover above and look down
One last time on the rich upliftings,
The circle that loves the sun and moon,

To see at last what held the darkness up.

a narrow wind burst knifed through mansfield ohio cemetery on june 18, 2012, uprooting and snapping dozens of huge trees, many of historic age.

a small army of employees and a larger one armed with saws, trucks, hoists and love have minimized, as best they can, the damage.  many of the broken trees are still living, and will live, for  untold generations to come.

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