Tree
It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
one lifetime,
you will have to choose.
That great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books–
Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
– Jane Hirshfield
Love this. Thank you, Lindsey. xo
How I love this poem — unknown to me before this morning, and so very apt in countless ways. Thank you dear L.
oh yes, very lovely.
thanks so much for sharing it
Excellent choice.
Thank you! I love it. xox