Mary Hill
response
Wild Tree
A tree in a place
where the wind ever blows
is a different kind of tree.
The tree never moves, it is moved
the wind never rests, or it ceases to be
so these two have a strange affinity.
The tree is wild in a wild place
solitary, but not savage
for the wind teaches many things.
The roots are mad to grip tight
leaves evolved to grip light
and wind takes a hand in its shaping.
The tree grows in mastery
nourished by scant truths
like a painter, or a poet.
The love of those two and the wildness
is a music of creaks and sighs
illuminated against moonlit skies.
A tree in a place
where the wind ever blows
is a different kind of tree.
22-09-2012
Bauke Kamstra
Inspiration piece
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