In the dverse poets pub tonight, the topic is trees and Under The Canopy, which fills me with love and light. That is what we do! We care for trees. (A memory from long ago when I was in school – and now I have my own!)


Across a field from the dorms, a hike,

up a hill, and lost, or nearly,

we trudged until we found again

the Picnic Tree.

Vast, enormous, with perches

and arms outstretched to hold us,

tuck us in, and secure us

as we lounged, draped all around

and up and down that tree.

Five girls at a time, or more, each

with a snack, and a daydream,

a crush to speak of in code.

There was never a wind, a hush

surrounded us. The forest listened

and held our secrets dear;

looked into our hearts, our longings,

whispered promises over us

of someday, our own.