Poetry Month, 4/5/08 (Belated)
I'm a little behind in my poetry month celebration, but here goes...
Sequoias - Hilary Holladay
The ranger called them
the Faithful Couple,
those two thousand-year-olds
rising centuries above
our trundling tram.
Side by side, they'd grown
so close, they finally
fused into a single tree,
a triumphant union
of fiber, leaf, and cell.
For they were blessed: Love
in sunlight spilled down
miles of bark, in rain
sank into a world of roots,
in wind defined a longing
so pure even heaven
in its silent sparkling
could applaud
the perpetual music
of their earthly coupling.
Sequoias - Hilary Holladay
The ranger called them
the Faithful Couple,
those two thousand-year-olds
rising centuries above
our trundling tram.
Side by side, they'd grown
so close, they finally
fused into a single tree,
a triumphant union
of fiber, leaf, and cell.
For they were blessed: Love
in sunlight spilled down
miles of bark, in rain
sank into a world of roots,
in wind defined a longing
so pure even heaven
in its silent sparkling
could applaud
the perpetual music
of their earthly coupling.