Here’s a late start to my new year’s posting.
It’s been raining and everywhere my dog and I walk the mosses and lichens are rejoicing. Here’s a poem with photo from Wednesday on the El Dorado Trail:
Trunks & Limbs
Old as an elephant
all its ventures & wanderings
as if set in stone as gray as patience
hide & heartwood
scars & scabs & lifelines
darker growths not cancer but
impassive moss
& unlobed leaves breathing in
breathing out uncountably
wise this live
oak.
~ Taylor Graham
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