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May 29, 2012 / Rae Spencer

Crisis Management

Under attack, trees share their secrets
Spread rumors of invasion
Or infestation, a whiff of stress perfume
Winding through the damaged grove

Whispering the key to survival
Simple and complex molecules seep
From root to root, fungal lines
Of communication ringing

The soil switchboard with toxic
News, rousing a gene, waking
A cascade of defense in pristine leaves
That become jaded, learn the noxious

Knack of bitterness, turn tasteless
In time to repel the siege

One Comment

  1. bardessdmdenton / Jun 7 2012 2:33 PM

    How very sad that trees are under attack like this…but hopefully to be saved. Your poem expresses this so well!

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