Everywhere Tall Trees

Tahoe 10-11

The stretch to the sun, the stretch to the center of the earth, and the sheltering cool in between.  Secret hidden places for treasures and firm holding branches—houses in the air.  Feathery leaves trap mysteries in my mind and catapult them into the future.

Rows of stately soldiers guard country roads.  Lonely isolates in flowering meadows stand moody, marking time in aloneness.  Companion trees link arms with knowing glances, intimate breathings—sharing ground, sharing air.

Everywhere trees.

Solid oaks, assertive with chests puffed, mock gale winds.  Supple birches, evanescent green and whispery white, sway and flex with storms.  Up on the mountain, pines all buffed up bristly, dare intrusion, while maples filled with dripping sweets flaunt green today and fire red with tomorrow’s frost.

Down by the river, willows droop with tears from countless sorrows, long sucking fingers in the dirt.  Alders hover close, leaning to the water’s edge to catch a vain glimpse reflected in dark deeps.

My apple tree offers sweet, sometimes wormy, fruit and a lofty perch.  I retreat to write and meditate, pleading mother-calls unheeded.  I weave dreams in the branches and trust secrets to the leaves.

No one else would understand.

On hot, steamy days, I hop shadow to shadow to cool my feet and cool my head.

Barefoot steps quick quick on hot packed dirt, but slow to freeze frame under sheltering tall trees, the long dance home in desperate darts and lingerings.

Aged elm branches spread a welcome for my childish floors and walls, my odds and ends.

Barely a whimper—long dagger nails pierce—sacrificial lamb.

I homestead in crooks and climbs with soda crackers and Jell-O tea—sweet communion.

Barked, brawny arms hold the rope that swings my feet to tippy touch the lowest leaves.  Back and forth and back and forth with pumping legs and flagging hair, then jump!  I’m flying!  I land with a thud, all laughter and grass stains.  Then, up again.  I wind and wind and wind.  Branches groan.  I twirl and twirl and twirl, then stumble with drunken pleasure.

Everywhere tall trees.  Leaves pressed brittle, photos captured, admiring peaceful pauses taken in busy days—

I breathe the memory and the now.


Foster Park 10-11

Jackson Lake 10-11

Seattle 8-11

Sequoia 8-11

Tahoe 8-11

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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20 Responses to Everywhere Tall Trees

  1. katehobbs says:

    This is an impressive combination of thought, words and photographs. Makes me want to go back into my archive and seek out all the photos of trees I have taken over time. Thank you for the share.

  2. I really LOVE the last shot……..actually, no, that’s a lie……I love all your photography. And your poetry. And your reflections. Oh heck, I just love your whole blog!!!!!!!! :)))))

  3. SL Schildan says:

    This is a fabulous blog. I am such a tree lover, I have met a lot of trees and loved them all. Well, almost all, I’m not that fond of monkey trees, but fortunately they aren’t native here, so they aren’t a common sight. 😀

  4. SL Schildan says:

    I read about your apple tree and have to tell you when I was a kid, for me it was an Italian prune tree in our back yard and a huge walnut tree and weeping willow at my best friend’s house. 😉

  5. Dor says:

    Your writing is as beautiful as your photographs!

  6. You mean they haven’t butchered all the trees! :O Very pretty. Soon, our trees will be budding. Maybe this year our fruit cocktail tree will produce some fruit. We had to cut down the old apple tree because it was rotting from the inside out. We were sure a windstorm was going to cause that to crash on our house.

  7. super-like! the stately trees, the being lost in nature’s magnificence feeling and the verses that surrender to the moments, whew! ^^ hello, apronheadlily! 🙂

  8. susanpoozan says:

    Loved all those trees, I was a tree climber too in my younger days.

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