Monthly Archives: March 2007

“I Go Among the Trees”

by Wendell Berry
I go among the trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing
the day turns, the trees move.

Pics from the weekend coming soon I hope.