The name of the next street over
hints at what our neighborhood was
before there were houses and streets:
The Red Oak in our front yard,
her sisters the Burr Oak across the street,
and the trio of Hickories in our neighbor's yard
are all of a size that suggests they have been standing here
for at least a century.
That they have survived the destruction of their habitat
and adapted to urban living
is a testament to their tenacity.
But the real miracle can be found
at the base of our oak.
On what was once the forest floor,
(now an unmown ring around the base of the tree)
perhaps as old as the fragment of forest,
emerges and blooms
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
Linda, at TeacherDance, will join as often as she can.
Check the comments at A Year of Reading or Poetrepository for her poems.
Kevin (Kevin's Meandering Mind) is back this year,
leaving poetry trax in the comments.
Carol, at Beyond Literacy Link, is writing alongside us when she can.
She celebrates bloggers' voice.
Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge.