Dedicated to my beloved apple tree that passed away in '08.
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I am a tree towered in the sky.
I am perched in the mountains with the sun in my eyes.
I sprouted apples that were far too sweet,
so winter cut me before I sank too deep.
I am a breeze washing through the sea,
some might think me an emissary,
in my breath, a somber relief,
I prepare for the frost to enrapture the tree.
But under the dirt lies another tree,
sprouting silent like a ghost in its grave.
And when it’s there, it will always be.
Try as she might, she will never forget me.
In the spring, our seedlings rose,
a baby boy bluebird chirping his poems,
I felt my roots burrowing down,
I won't ever be lost, if never I'm found.
One day my roots will rip from the ground,
too many years frozen, too many times drowned.
But please don’t interfere with our blend,
don’t so quickly condemn what you don’t comprehend.
Oh, we are frail,my branches fell.
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston