Today I Saw

Today I noticed catkins emerging from some Aspen trees.

Tree 1’s progress:

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Tree 2 is a little farther along

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Tree #3, more shaded, hasn’t felt the urge.  Well, maybe it has felt the urge; maybe it’s feeling the urge right now, but it hasn’t, you know, let itself go.

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Tree 3 also seems to have some  “Poplar Twiggall Fly” (Hexomyza shineri) bulges.  I cut two open but couldn’t spot the larvae.  They are green and blend in with the green twig fiber so they are not easy to see. (from my brief research on the topic)

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If you want to see images of this Poplar Twiggall Fly click here.

Aspens are diecious and these trees are male.

 

 

26 from Glare by Ammons

fracture the mirror and don’t ask me
what becomes of the world: the world

too is fractured but is still
unfractured and the mirror, now,

has no truth to see except its own
its own splits and deflections: it

loses touch with possible mystery
thinking (thinking?) it has found

some in obfuscation: it’s a mystery
tho that obfuscation can show how the

world really is beyond its simplicity:
I reject the North because it is not

my native ground, and I reject the
South because it rejected me, and I

reject European clutterment because
we fought to put that ocean between

us: I identify with no sort or kind:
I am by myself: with me is the

thinking up and writing of this poem:
I am for the poem: it tells me who

I am: as the poem becomes itself,
so, I hope, do I: it is sad and

simple, yet true: if anyone loved
me, or if I loved, I would be loving,

I would not be writing: I have not
found anyway yet to be what I want

to be: I’m looking: I’m writing as
hard as I can: did you ever hear

anything so pretentious: I tell you
the defensive can come on as stilted

and askew as a peering, preying mantis: shows have
put me up so high my hardest thing

(!) is to get down where I am, and
there are leagues below where I am

to relish: but it’s not my feelings
but how I can change them, is it?,

to bring about the same changes in
you: not that you don’t have your

own feelings: but you are, as I am
like a moray eel, sticking out only

a little: however fine the eatery,
the scullery’s behind a door:

heads or tails: ups or
downs: tops or bottoms: heads and

tails: ups and downs: tops and
bottoms:

                         Thank Goodness