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And the will of the tree
Judith Deem Dupree
is larger than the soil that anchors it, greater
than the air and wind or rain and sun's raw
heat that scourges. Tree is the fluent arm
of nature, fingers flexed against the molten
sky, painting riotously - - mute topography
of heavens - - leaving but a smudge of cloud
to veil the ultimate, the rare confluence,
or colors we have never seen, symphonies
writ large by birds and passing angels.
Tree is the ancient brush of life, its jagged
bristles dipped and tipped with wonder.