Dendrology

Limbs creak in cold morning air
and they hear the rush of water
You can look it up
What we don’t know of trees
could embarrass God herself

Some branches braid themselves into garlands
Some reach to heaven and poison their enemies
while others weep by the river
in poems of regret

My love of this life
rests in the arms of trees
Even bare and blemished
they hold me steady
What more could I ever need

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Kathryn Lorenzen is a career coach, creativity coach, songwriter, and poet. Her songs and recordings have appeared in feature films and TV series including The Americans and Last Man On Earth. With an earlier career in copywriting and marketing communications, she is now a career coach to freelance writers and artists seeking livelihood in support of their art. In partnership with Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg, she is co-leader of Your Right Livelihood, and you can find more about Kathryn at kathrynlorenzen.com.

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