UPRIGHT
(2020-2021)

»Is this nature? « one asks and seeks the answer in the silent chorus of the upright.

 

No

glistening

blanket

of snow,

no lovely winter forest.

The snow is more like a shroud.

The still standing trees rise forlornly into the sky, as if their salvation comes from there.

Black trunks dissect the images with merciless incision. 

A forest that has never been a real forest, but only lumber.

Which trees survive in place?

Which are doomed to be felled?