The Presence of Trees                                  

                 by Michael S. Glaser                                  

I have always felt the living presence

of trees

the forest that calls to me as deeply

as I breathe,

as though the woods were marrow of my bone

as though

I myself were tree, a breathing, reaching

arc of the larger canopy

beside a brook bubbling to foam

like the one

deep in these woods, 

that calls

that whispers home