Tree - Jane Hirshfield

Written By Paul J Howell

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.

Paul J Howell https://pauljhowell.com
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