by Dorothea Barth ©2009
Of fire and lightning rosewood flutes discourse,
A serenade from distant times to you,
More ancient than the music’s gentle force,
Did elemental thunder split your trunk in two?
When lo, by break of morn, a sacrifice,
As fragrant rosewood fell instead of grew,
To bring to life our pipes, let joy arise,
And celebrate your majesty anew;
In misty month of maying did we meet,
A brief encounter in the north coast’s land,
Our madrigals we placed on creviced feet,
Your trunk a welcome weathered music stand;
Oh redwood tree, your wisdom can’t be wrong,
Did you prefer the silence or our song?
Rosewood to Redwood was published in the 2010 issue of Yale University's SAGE Magazine.
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.