Trees listen to the quaking of all other trees
I know this because my tree told me its secret
it knew I was listening too

It hears Colorado aspens shaking in the mountain wind
the cry of those burning in New Mexico
and the baobab dying in Africa

As April turns to May
it sends its roots deeper
smelling the long dry season coming

It has a vision of falling
in storms now hiding in the ocean

Image credit: jplenio

I am a retired entomologist/educator and have been writing poetry for a long time. It's only been in the last few years that I have taken it a little more seriously. I keep trying through writing to find new perspectives that reveal the layers of meaning that are always there, just below the surface of the obvious. I write because I enjoy it, and sometime it helps me understand the world and myself better.