Winter Solstice Sun

" . . . the deciduous idea!
trees die for half the year
& take all else in the universe . . . " *

". . . trees are emotion unalloyed
complete unto themselves -- so fully open
to the elements that they do not move
save in the wind -- always sumptuous, always
digging for more strength, more knowledge

yet they pause to ask us
do you know where you come from?
what you walk on? whither you go?"

from "At the Council" (2021 Winter Solstice)
by Lee Perron
from Fog Along the Russian River

*from "Desire, a Sequence" (1977)
by Lee Perron

For more about
the Crape Myrtle tree trunks,
lining the parking lot at the Boar's Head

For more on the Winter Solstice

For more poetry by Lee Perron