Some Trees

These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain

And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises
A canvas on which emerges

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense