I love trees. Individual trees.
Tall or short,
grand or stumpy with
trunks, leaves and branches,
home to birds and squirrels,
insects and tiny bugs.
possibly an orchardist in another life,
I see a tree in need and want to prune it.
trim off random suckers draining it of life
remove dead, bare branches that weigh it down
cut away branches broken by wind or a passing semi
when the wind swirls ideas,
poems and stories through my mind
I can pick up my pen and write or,
let flashing, shiny coins distract me or
pick up my pruning shears and get to work.
“As the gardener, by severe pruning, forces the sap of the tree into
one or two vigorous limbs, so should you stop off
your miscellaneous activity and concentrate
your force on one or a few points.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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