Trees

I catch trees in the sense of noticing:

trunks wrapped in moss-green flannel

the bare outline of reaching limbs

bark, intricate in artistry, adorned with flying saucer steps.

I catch their heft, their delicacy, their quiver and shiver of wind.

I catch days of endurance and moments of release.

An up-ended tree exposes shallow yet extensive roots

I imagine multiple conversations with earth held lightly in trust.

On an afternoon walk, I dip down into woodland

and catch trees catching each other.