Tree Story #63: Cast and Reel and Cast Again

tree story #63: Cast and Reel and Cast Again


I love the natural light
hitting the rolls of
the carelessly placed lake
as I cast and reel
and cast again.

And I’m sitting beneath
the netted branches of a tree
as it casts its immense limbs
out against me, reeling
me in closer and I move
ecstatic like a flopping fish
hooked by the natural light.

Kevin Eagan

tree story #62: And Trees Caught Fire

tree story #62: And Trees Caught Fire

Early this morning, the sun came
too near the earth
and trees caught fire.

Midday, broad embers remain,
leaf-shaped,
flame-shaded.
Slowly, they crisp and fall.

Dusk haze rises from the ground
like smoke, unable to
smother the glow.
Even the pond seems to burn.

Fallfleshed, mooncold,
black on black,
the trees conspire
against the distant star.

In the morning,
they blaze again.
Throwing back their light,
they mock the sun.

Brigit Truex