2005-03-29 - 6:15 p.m.
There is a hopeful felicity. I begin with my "Entry on Trees".
I really like deciduous trees best. They react to the seasons reflectively. In the winter they look asleep. In the spring, bright. The summer encourages them to shine stronger until bloom develops, regardless of fruit, none the less prolific. The fall yeilds everything and encourages yet another temporary death. The ones with needles seem timeless and unaffected by wind, cold and snow. I want to shake them apart because they make me jealous, jealous of their integrity and stoic prose.
