Elegy for the Sycamores II: Before the Fires Take Them

Year after year I return to sit by this old stream bed framed in sycamore trees and watch as they slowly let go of their leaves to begin their long and silent good-byes.   My elders, the tribe of the sycamore tree— they watched over us throughout our childhood as godparents, when they patiently stood… Continue reading Elegy for the Sycamores II: Before the Fires Take Them