My Dear Ash

My Dear Ash

It won’t mean anything, but I will never know your age
until your fall. And then, only by the deepest cut.
Though you still may hold on to it, it’s been taken
from you, nonetheless. Who would think that
such a lovely color could be so deadly? But it is.
Was, for you. That emerald bore right into you,
and you no longer stand resolute, only silent.

This poem is my response to Poetics: Passion Stamped on Lifeless Things,
the prompt from Merril at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to write about a historical artifact.
I’m sure this tree has a history.

Emerald Ash Borer graphic: washingtonpost.com
Emerald Ash Borer photo: emeraldashborer.info
The ash tree in the photos is in my backyard.  (click for larger view in new tab)

37 thoughts on “My Dear Ash

  1. Your tree’s demise is sad … trees we are near regularly become companions and losing one of those companions triggers genuine grief. Hope you will eventually get to count the rings of your ash and know a bit more of its history prior to your arrival in its space.
    Your verse is touching.
    Your Emerald Borer images are educational – I’m not familiar with these. Some of the areas we go camping in have ash trees, so I’ll know the nature of any green crawlers: dangerous.

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  2. This is amazing the way tree borers can wipe out a whole population of trees. The same thing happened with the chestnut trees of the Blue Ridge of Virginia. A lot of the trees were cut and made into lumber. Wormy Chestnut became very popular at one time.

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    • I thought I was safe with a 60 ft. tall dead hickory that was 30 feet from my house — until it fell at an angle toward my house. Fortunately, it it only clipped the top of my chimney, but it then bounced away from the house to land exactly in the middle of the fork of a redbud tree, splitting the tree down the middle. I cut that trunk off where the split ended, one foot above the ground, and two years later I have two healthy redbud “branches” growing straight up, 15 feet.

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  3. Ken — May the joy of the season fill your heart here at the closing if the year 2021, and may peace abide in 2022. This is a most difficult time for our planet earth, and a time of turmoil for its peoples. May 2022 begin the way back! ✌🏼❤️🌎

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