Rooted always in one place,
trees have time
to think about things.
They understand eternity
as they pass through the seasons,
as they create the seasons.
Words mean little to them.
Small, cyclical acts in unison
and deep movements
in rhythm:
their slow and careful life.
They grow, even in moonlight.
About the Poet
Judith Capurso writes and works in the Catskill Mountains. In and out through daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, waitress, librarian, teacher, caregiver, script reader, poet, and archivist, she continues to “stumble along between the immensities.” Her work has appeared in the ARAS online poetry portal; Psychological Perspectives; the Earth/Psyche issue of the Jungian Society of Scholarly Studies; and Vita Brevis’ 2019 Anthology, “Pain & Renewal”.
For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.
Vita Brevis Press. 