"Say it plainly, the human name doesn't mean **** to a tree." - Grace Slick
Stumbling the rocky falls path,
two large trees,
hickory and sycamore,
fallen to the last thunderstorm.
Soil and stones
festoon their naked roots;
leaves still fresh,
green, not wilted.
I clamber over and continue.
Now an obstacle,
in the cool of autumn
we will return
with chain saws, axes,
cut and carry this wood,
transform it into heat
for winter.
Walking, falling, cutting, burning:
all magical steps
in the inescapable process
of age, death, decay and rebirth.
The earth provides
and points the way.
We do what must be done,
following her lead,
taking our place,
in the process,
not so different
from grubs or termites
as we might like
to imagine.
- mce
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
"Say it plainly, the human name doesn't mean **** to a tree." - Grace Slick
Stumbling the rocky falls path,
two large trees,
hickory and sycamore,
fallen to the last thunderstorm.
Soil and stones
festoon their naked roots;
leaves still fresh,
green, not wilted.
I clamber over and continue.
Now an obstacle,
in the cool of autumn
we will return
with chain saws, axes,
cut and carry this wood,
transform it into heat
for winter.
Walking, falling, cutting, burning:
all magical steps
in the inescapable process
of age, death, decay and rebirth.
The earth provides
and points the way.
We do what must be done,
following her lead,
taking our place,
in the process,
not so different
from grubs or termites
as we might like
to imagine.
- mce
