Sequoia

 Sequoia


Some grow taller,

Like the redwoods

West of here, on the coast.

Some are older,

Like the bristlecone pines

East of here, in the rain shadow of the Sierras.

None more massive, groves of them,

West of the mountains, mid-elevation.

Thousands of years old.


An early spring walk in a soaring cathedral.


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