The Copper Beech
by
Marie Howe
Immense, entirely itself,
it wore that yard like a dress,
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and 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 happy,
watching it happen without it happening to me.
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Do you have your own copper beech? Is it a special place for you, or a state of mind where you can be lost in your solitude? I have both. But more often than not, it is in me, whenever I get lost in my daydreams. When I just submit myself to my imagination of a different world, a different lifetime. It is also in me, when I just meditate and get one or shall I say commune with "nature."
Yes, me and my dreams.
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