A Final Affection

I love the accomplishments of trees,
How they try to restrain great storms
And pacify the very worms that eat them.
Even their deaths seem to be considered.
I fear for trees, loving them so much.
I am nervous about each scar on bark,
Each leaf that browns. I want to
Lie in their crotches and sigh,
Whisper of sun and rains to come.

Sometimes on summer evenings I step
Out of my house to look at trees
Propping darkness up to the silence.

When I die I want to slant up
Through those trunks so slowly
I will see each rib of bark, each whorl;
Up through the canopy, the subtle veins
And lobes touching me with final affection;
Then to hover above and look down
One last time on the rich upliftings,
The circle that loves the sun and moon,
To see at last what held the darkness up.

- Paul Zimmer

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4 Comments on “A Final Affection”

  1. Cheryl Krupski says:

    I love this. I plan to read to my other classes today while we practice “Tree”.
    Thanks as always!!

    • CultFit says:

      I’m still smiling from this mornings inspiring class! How cool is that?!?! I hope you and your family have a brilliant weekend – Take care!

  2. katelon says:

    Wonderful poem. I love trees, will drive out of my way to drive by a favorite tree. My son’s first word was tree. I used to climb out my window as a kid and sleep in our backyard tree.

  3. I think I have the soul of a tree. My heart absolutely melts in their presence. You have so aptly captured the spirit!