Saturday, 25 July 2020

To the Trees

by Karen Friedland

Mainly, I like your leaves,
and the knowledge that your roots
are everywhere—

burrowing deep through every square inch of soil,
seeking sustenance,
and chatting, apparently, with other beings.

So I let the blow-ins grow,
and now they’re towering,
seeking out the sun
and flowering,

providing us with infinite beauty,
protecting us
from the pitilessness of over-exposure.

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A nonprofit grant writer by day, Karen’s poems have been published in Nixes Mate ReviewWriting in a Women’s Voice, the Lily Poetry ReviewVox Populi and others. Her book of poems, Places That Are Gone, was published in 2019 by Nixes Mate Books, and she has a chapbook forthcoming in late 2020 from Cervena Barva Press. She lives in Boston with her husband, two cats and two dogs.