NOVEMBER 3, 2010

 

Some Trees

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.

And glad not to have invented
Some comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Place in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.

-Ashberry

  

Dress: Plenty Frock! by Tracy Reese.  Tights: Walgreens.  Shoes: Coldwater Creek, thrifted.  Coat: vintage, thrifted.  Necklace: silver sharkstooth on pearl & oxidized silver chain, made by me.  Earrings: carved bone, found at an import store.