The Copper BeechbyMarie Howe
Immense, entirely itself,it wore that yard like a dress,
with limbs low enough for me to enter itand climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone.One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell darkening the sidewalk.
Sitting close to the center, not very high in the branches,I heard it hitting the high leaves, and I was...