|Sophisticated trees line State Street,
elegantly avoiding one another.
with thin, black limbs
silhouetted against the sky
and roots sunk deep
Up the canyon,
the rabble crowds close.
Scrub oak brushes up to aspen groves,
listens for whispered rumors.
Expectation spreads with the wind,
rattles bone-weary stands,
stirs lofty thoughts of quorumed pines.
Sap rises, buds swell, branches reach
to embrace dawning spring.
Back in the city,
trees carefully dress for Easter,
nodding to the new sun
almost as an afterthought.
UTSPS 2011 Panorama, Vol. 30
2012 WIZ Spring Poetry Runoff, http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2012/easter-greetings
Davis County Clipper, April 12, 2012, A-9
Messages on the Water http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/merrijane