Posted by: LovelyAnomaly | February 18, 2008

On studying (read:cramming) for my next tree exam

 

Trunks of trees in a deep, deep wood:
In that fern-lit dusk they loom–
Massive cedar, hemlock, spruce–
Silver shafts against the gloom;
Fathom their beauty no man could:
Lonely trunks in a deep, deep wood.

Trunks of trees against the sky:
Dark they rise, in curveless grace,
Straight they cut the sky behind
Into many a panelled space:
Nor man nor book can satisfy
Like trunks of trees against the sky.

–Olga Widemeyer

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Categories

%d bloggers like this: