Tree-hugger for as long as I can remember
(my favorite nature companions),
known sky-and-cloud obsesser
to those who discover a drop of who I am.
I write of the sea
because I have been living by the beach,
and if my writing you currently read,
you know mountains aren’t my thing.
Wildflowers, especially white ones,
have become infused into my self-journey,
but if I could only keep just one,
I’d have to keep the trees.
Size does matter sometimes
for I need the large circumference,
and the older, the wiser, I find is true,
(secret bias though toward non-coniferous).
In the national forest,
I seek the inner grove,
the largest sequoias I can find
so I can visit my soul’s home.
A hand, a hug, upon the giants
fills my heart, and my authentic
smile naturally shows.