methow grist 2011-2014 archive


they chose me as i stood among the others circled round me noisy as raucous crows two small ones stretched up to shake my limbs laden with the nights snow every bough unburdened sprang into the icy air singing they clamored about sent the black capped chickadees quickly aflutter there was a grasping of my trunk the blaze and flex of a saw a quivering i will not grow tall