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.