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A Poem by Carol Mikoda

Notes from a Tree


Never tired of reaching,

reaching higher,

I welcome the wind into every cell

until I vibrate with music

made in the northwest.

As the air grows cold

I cease my growth,

let go of summer’s generous green.

Fading light slides the world

into another palette;

I litter the ground with cast offs

from my seasonal closet.

Carol Mikoda: I used to teach writing and prepare new teachers for their classrooms; now I write and sing and paint. Some of my work has appeared in Capsule Stories, Anatolios Magazine, Grief Becomes You, Children, Churches, & Daddies, and Acta Victoriana. I live in upstate New York where I walk along the lake and in the woods, singing and photographing clouds or water or treetops.

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