Number 14

Here is an arboreal model for wholeness, from Spanish poet Juan Ramon Jimenez: "Roots and wings--but let the wings take root and the roots fly." 

Number 13

Perhaps because Gary and I have been re-watching many of Jean Cocteau's films with an intensity like never before, I had a perfect dream of standing in front of a majestic tree, that somehow transformed itself into a pipe organ and played all of Bach's The Art of The Fugue. 

Number 12

In a preface to his book This Tree Will Be Here For A Thousand Years,  American poet Robert Bly, recounted how "One day sitting depressed in a cabin on the shore of a small lake, I wrote about the depression:

Mist: no one on the other shore.
It may be that these trees
I see have consciousness,
and this desire to weep comes from them.

Number 11

"If these trees were suddenly to start walking, they would destroy everything in their path.  But they choose to remain where they are...and instead of rage or fear, a silent tenacity possesses them.  Animals flee or attack; trees stay firmly planted where they are.  Patience: the heroism of plants."
                ----Octavio Paz, The Monkey Grammarian (New York: Seaver Books, 1981), pp. 5-6.

Number 10

The bark of this maple tree, enlivened by mist and moss, is like an intricately woven tapestry--with incurved flowers of wood.

Number 8

There is a mysterious lake in Prince Edward County, called Lake On The Mountain, with the most majestic, old willow trees, like giant goddesses, surrounding and guarding the water.  Their porous, silvery bark invites the touch and gathers moisture from the lake. 
In his book Water And Dreams, Gaston Bachelard suggests  "that life is simply an aroma, that it emanates from a being as an odor emanates from the substance, that a plant growing in a stream must express the soul of water...." 

Number 7

Jersey Lyric

view of winter trees
before
one tree

in the foreground
where
by fresh-fallen

snow
lie 6 woodchunks ready
for the fire

William Carlos Williams, "Jersey Lyric" from Pictures from Brueghel (New York: New Directions, 1962, p.33