It’s Arbor Day. Show a tree some love.

It seems silly to profess my love for trees. Who wouldn’t love trees? Oddly, I had a friend visit once, and she declared, “I don’t really like forests,” as we walked through one of my favorite forest preserves. I tend to think she was having a bad day or purposefully being difficult. Too many studies…

#QuoteGarden: Trees, ashes

                “In a moment the ashes are made, but the forest is a long time growing.” Wise words before we throw away anything that has been a long time in building — relationships, cities, civilization. Taken literally, we still have time to stop the destruction of our environment. Just…

Willow II

  A clearing surrounded by a stand of trees.  Short grass glade save the centered solitary willow. Crowned   head draped in majestic arraignment. A reflection of the humbleness of prayer before benediction. And the solitude   of guilt. Not twisted   dogwood for a sacrifice. Not oak strong to stand alone. Stretching   toward…

Autumn

autumn spreads its back like a calico cat. the trees and grasses blush under its cooling kisses. the night pulls down in lines of blue chasing red, as campfire light bursts embers into the crackling air. the welcome colors pull in around you with the warmth and comfort of your grandmother’s patchwork quilt. I wrote…