© Marie Clausén
find myself living life from tree to tree, I also find myself
being published tree by tree: "a spruce" found its way
into Bywords Quarterly last winter; my "aspen"
appeared as a Monday's Poem a few short months ago. This latest
offering remains untitled, yet it, too, springs from sylvan roots.
Inspiration to see, truly see, and to write, twinkles at me from
every crumpled star of maple; rains down on me from every tinselled
Photo by Chris Traynor