last day of gingko
all leaves rain down this day
fall golden each year.
—
“the ginkgo is a storyteller, its tales colored in the gold of ancient sunlight.”
-n. smith
the kinder were very worried about a tree that had lost some of its bark
they spent a long time finding little chunks of bark lying on the ground
trying to piece it back together and fill it in like a puzzle.
some had questions about how it might have fallen off.
‘was it a big, big storm?’
‘did something hurt it?’
‘did it get sick?’
some had thoughts about the tree.
‘i remember this tree from when we played here.’
‘that’s kind of sad.’
‘don’t worry, i saw in a book that it will be okay.’
try as they might, they couldn’t get the bark
to stick back on the bare part of the trunk
they left the pieces nearby on the ground around it
used a stick to mark where it was
gave it a hug before we walked back to our classroom.
—
“there’s nothing wrong with having a tree as a friend.”
-bob ross
happened upon
this friendly-looking tree
deep in the woods
so content and jolly
i think it would love to share its jokes.
—
“i never saw a discontented tree.
they grip the ground as though they liked it,
and though fast rooted, they travel about as far as we do.”
– john muir
—
bird hiils park, ann arbor, michigan, usa – summer 2020
this tree
so stately so old
appears to have a face
when up close
quietly watching
over those resting below
—
“the tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber.
the tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Wisdom of the Sands, translated from French by Stuart Gilbert
when looking at the trees on the kinder playground
it’s easy to see how tall the little people are
the green does not dare begin until it is
above and safely out of the reach of their tiny hands
even if they are standing on tippy toes
pulling, climbing, bending, picking, snapping
the trees do the math and live to tell the tale.
—
“trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.”
-zora neale hurston