Summer—
It just found me
old state forest
tall wise trees.
Dipped into
large tidal river running.
Still woods
silvery trunks so straight and smooth
leaves rattle and sigh.
Field of tall grasses
splashes of wildflowers
goldenrod
ragweed.
Merry painter
wearing summer cap.
We start to climb
a long hill but
now
places change.
Saw-teeth and tread roll
out the wide wheels
groaning and whining
branches break.
Where are we climbing to?
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Lovely and the twist of where we climb to!
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Thank you. It was jarring to come upon the logging. 😦
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Just reading a poetry book collection from global majority poets. Two good ones in particular on our trees and still cutting too many down. Nature Matters edited by Mona Arshi.
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