Susquehanna State Park 


One with the immortal trees.
Forests accept
your perilous ideas as they
keep you green-filled and hidden; they listen.
If asked a searing question
about your affiliation,
your mingling with
bark and leaves,
your ability to find
sun in the supple skin
of  intrepid oaks,
you needn't answer.
You only show them
your voice in the fine
rings, your age in an
ageless living thing.
Your life, reflected
in the trees.


© Lamont Palmer
 
 

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