My mother, who grew up on an apple orchard, taught me the importance of trees. When I was a child, I believed that they spoke to me (especially those with the singing leaves–the birches, the poplars). I mention this because today is Arbor Day (in my state) and so I will celebrate trees.
poem for 4.29.05:
by Susan Stewart
In Bryce Canyon in Utah. The spot where I am standing and looking up is called “Wall Street” because of these pines that grow there so tall.