Trees

There’s much ado about oak trees on hills

like they’ve accomplished more

than a stand of river birch,

a river-born copse of cypress,

or even a wild dogwood,

maybe a whispering pine or

weeping willow hiding behind

veils of green, giant magnolias

with enormous white blossoms

bursting from grenades,

the red-leafed sugar maple, and oh,

that black walnut. Yes, ancient oaks

are mighty, expansive, and

always so lonely.