breaking branches

Ok, deep breath... I'm jumping in. First class of the poetry course on Monday, The Miracle in the Puddle, and we were told to bring pieces of trees. We laid our pieces on the massive (wooden) table in the Salamanca Arts meeting room. We talked trees, read tree poetry, wrote tree poetry and notes, read urban myth and personal tree stories.  We touched trees and breathed trees. 

My homework is, of course, to develop the tree poems. I'm scared, as always, by the assignment.  Galvanised by it too.  When some little leaf-tips grow, I'll post them.  - Esther