I put my arm around the ash tree
\nin the garden.
\nBrother, I said,
\nI have grown all I can grow.
\nI have separated light
\ninto flags,
\nand hoisted poems
\nto the top of their staffs.
\nYou have grown
\ntaller than the house,
\nand heaven knows
\nwhat you\u2019ve seen,
\nwhen the dawn unfurls,
\npink as a flower,
\nor the moon rises
\norange as a jewel.<\/p>\n
We have come a long way
\nfrom seedlings to branches,
\nlearned names written from rain,
\nstories of people
\nand how they have grown.
\nNow, dear friend,
\nbefore the advent of winter,
\nlet spring rise inside us,
\nready to bloom,
\nonce more,
\nonce more,
\nthough the snow not stop falling,
\nuntil it covers us both.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I put my arm around the ash tree in the garden. Brother, I said, I have grown all I can grow. I have separated light…<\/p>\n