The Copper Beech- Marie Howe
Immense, entirely itself
It wore the yard like a dress
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone
One day, I heard the sound before I saw it,
rain fell darkening the sidewalk
Sitting close to the center not very high in the branches
I heard it hitting the high leaves and I was happy
Watching it happen without it happening to me