The Problem of Describing Trees

For a Dear Friend

The aspen glitters in the wind
And that delights us.

The leaf flutters, turning,
Because that motion in the heat of August
Protects its cells from drying out. Likewise the leaf
Of the cottonwood.

The gene pool threw up a wobbly stem
And the tree danced. No.
The tree capitalized.
No. There are limits to saying,
In language, what the tree did.

It is good sometimes for poetry to disenchant us.

Dance with me, dancer. Oh, I will.

Mountains, sky,
The aspen doing something in the wind.

Robert Haas

CultFit Apsen Heart

11 Comments on “The Problem of Describing Trees”

  1. ckrupski says:

    Lovely post. As I sit in my kitchen this morning making soup, looking out of open windows, seeing all the trees, cool fall breeze slipping in, hot cup of coffee warming my hands, trees just starting to turn colors, hearing the crisp leaves blow in the wind, they sound like Ujaya breathing: this is my meditation this morning, I have decided.
    Have a wonderful weekend.

  2. In the Stillness of Willow Hill says:

    Oh………I love watching trees dance!

  3. spill71 says:

    excellent, excellent, excellent. sweet, short, capable of longevity but saying a billion words in so few. “Dance with me, dancer. Oh, I will.” is all inclusive


    • CultFit says:

      I absolutely love the dense, agility of Robert Haas and his keen ability to capture fleeting moments in life – Making them real before our very eyes. I hope you have a beautiful weekend, take care and be well πŸ™‚

  4. Sandra says:

    πŸ™‚ We have a stand of aspen in our front yard, and they are truly dancing today πŸ™‚

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