Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.
—Mary Oliver, from the poem “When I am Among the Trees”
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Wondering what kind of tree is shown in the pics. Looks like something in the ‘beech’ family?
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North American Beech (Fagus grandifolia) http://www.psu.edu/dept/nkbiology/naturetrail/speciespages/beech.htm
They’re pretty common in the woods around me, and occur occasionally — seems to me especially on hillsides — in concentrated groves. On a walk about a week ago, I took those photos among some beeches on a steep bank overlooking a little waterhole. I especially love the beeches in winter because the light brown leaves of fall get progressively bleached by the sun. The leaves are thin and crisp like onion skin paper and make a lovely sound in the breeze. Mary Oliver mentions beech at the beginning of the full poem.
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No matter the reason or season, being among the trees is a good and peaceful place to be.
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Beautiful! I love reading Mary Oliver….
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The poem about trees speaking reminds me of my late mother’s cabin in the mountains that she named Tree Song.
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Thanks for sharing that; what a beautiful name. Brings to my mind a story in an essay by Sigurd Olsen about the sound of the wind through the pines at his cabin at Listening Point. I’ll have to find that one again.
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I am listening to the wind blowing through the Black Walnut tree leaves. It seems a rain storm is brewing off the Pacific ocean and now I heard it gently pounding the roof. The newly planted Douglas firs will enjoy the moisture.
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