Odin's Ravens

The tousled green crowd of a tree enjoys its bath in wind, not water.

I eat the sun, I drink the light. I am a conjurer. My sugar is self-sacrifice. I cut my arm to feed my leg. I am waiting for nothing, needin...

My friend Jim Hampton has a strong affinity for trees, so this morning I asked him what he would say are the wise qualities of a tree.  He r...

Consider the tree outside the door. Although it serves as a resting place for birds, it doesn't make an effort to ca...

The line is mine; the painting is by Rachel Klecker Clegg. The naked limbs of a sycamore tree are the frozen lightning of wint...

At the end of our block stands a vaulting, venerable sycamore I call Yggdrasil.  Walking toward the rising sun, the beagle a...