Requiem for Trees

 

i like to imagine

the community of trees,

passing along the news

on autumn’s heavy breaths -

We’ve lost another good one-

as the roots of the fallen

clutch and claw

at the newfound air,

the dirt confused

in the Uprising.

an unseen Conductor raises the baton,

cueing the winds to begin their crescendo

in the sweet spaces of this Requiem.

the mourning and prayer songs begin,

branches reach, repining,

signifying to an unconcerned sky,

as the trees lean on

one another,

singing and shrieking their loss.

--Whitney Gray