The spruce trees tower in the sky.
\nThey were no higher than me
\nwhen I put them in.
\nA barrier to pavement,
\nthe parking of cars,
\nthe noise of a cheerful school.
\nThey were meant to be a barrier,
\nto bring quiet to the garden,
\nto shelter the birdbath,
\nthe coming and going of rabbits
\nand chipmunks.
\nIn winter the snow gathers
\non their greenness
\nand I feel no older than a child.
\nEach year I watch their decoration,
\nthey pull me into their beauty.
\nA haven and a release
\nto the openness of things.<\/p>\n
A fence not meant to be a fence,
\nbut a shore,
\nwhere I see the light
\nenter at dusk,
\nthe moon travel through their branches,
\nthe wind become soft with their swaying.
\nAnd like a chapel
\nwhere hush is a sound,
\nprayer a language of the heart,
\nthey give me so much for being there.
\nDenied a forest
\nfor a small lot in a dense city,
\nI thank them,
\none living thing to another.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The spruce trees tower in the sky. They were no higher than me when I put them in. A barrier to pavement, the parking of…<\/p>\n