Poetry Readings

A circle of trees
Stands in a corner
Of the garden

Planted over a century ago
They are there as an offering
And thanks to the land
For the nourishment
It provides

They are there
As a safe haven
In which to commune
With existence

I am grateful to those trees
For the gift of their shelter
And the benison of their breath
When I am in their midst

I imagine we all
Need
A sanctuary
In which to remember ourselves
And reconnect with the essential

And I know all life
On this earth
Needs
The grace of the trees