Poplars

I always love this line of poplars, and the other lines of poplars, a different variety, that stand before them and I see them most days. They greet me, and I them, on my way to work ...
... there was a beautiful light catching them on the way to work this morning  ...

To Be Held - Linda Hogan

To be held
by the light
was what I wanted,
to be a tree drinking the rain,
no longer parched in this hot land.
To be roots in a tunnel growing
but also to be sheltering the inborn leaves
and the green slide of mineral
down the immense distances
into infinite comfort
and the land here, only clay,
still contains and consumes
the thirsty need
the way a tree always shelters the unborn life
waiting for the healing
after the storm
which has been our life.