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Tree at Night
Into the Forest
Trees standing alone,
trees standing together,
a parade, a council,
a hermit on the hillside.
Trees of imagination and memory.
Trees of childhood,
trees that we told our secrets to,
street trees at 10 am, talking among
themselves after the neighborhood empties out.
Guardians, teachers, friends,
trees with clumps of winter cloud
in their leaves,
later their branches will embrace
from the poem
“Thinking with Trees” ©2016 J. Ruth Gendler
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