The time for trees has passed.
You knew they could not last.
With every cut, we’ve killed;
with all the wood we’ve milled
to make our lives more sweet,
we’ve taken trees and beat
the wood to finest pulp —
deforesting Earth in one big gulp.
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Annette Gagliardi notices intricate details of lives lived around her, dimensions of nature, time and human condition. She squeezes all the juice that life has to offer, then serves it up as poetry – or jelly, depending on the day. Her work is in literary journals from Canada, Sweden, England and the USA.
