new brighton, minnsota
you know how there are some cowboys, fishermen, and farmers who seem to blossom into their craggy late middle-age faces? tommy lee jones faces. robert redford faces. faces like california deserts, that are somehow more handsome than the smoother, prettier versions of 30 or 40 years ago. with that thought in mind, i give you this burr oak.
old burr oak tree in winter
phalen boulevard, saint paul, minnesota
february chokeberries or some other kind of ash tree
east saint paul, minnesota
branches of a weeping willow in winter
east side of saint paul, minnesota
The Harley Roar,
And Diesel Clatter
At Eighth and University.
Easy to Forget This
Tamed and Shapely Favorite
Of Urban Landscapers
Is a Boreal Species—Browse
For Moose, Shelter for Snowshoe
Hare, Winter Grouse Roost.
Along the Line Beyond Which All Trees
Give Up Growing, This Tree’s Fierce
And Stunted Relatives Stand Watch, Shaking In
Tundra Winds, As Wolves Stalk Caribou.
Of Course, That Kind of Life Has its Pros and Cons.
What is Offered Here at Eighth and University is a Benefits
Package that Includes Protection from Forest Fire, Longer
Life Span, Reduced Competition for Sunlight,
Lower Seedling Mortality, And
City Water. We Are All Transplants Here,
On The Impermeable Sidewalk.
poem by sjr hoffman