A politically urgent yet timeless collection that studiesthe devastating failings of humanity and the redemptive possibilities of love.

In Wind, Trees, John Freeman presents a meditation onpower and loss, change and adaptation. What can the trees teach us aboutinhabiting space together? What might we gain if we admit we do not control thewind, and cannot possibly carry all we’ve been handed? Offering a stark moral critiqueof pandemic self-preservation—as “justifications grew / with greed like vines /up the side of a tree / taking everything”—Wind, Trees joins the ranksof politically urgent yet timeless collections like The Lice by W.S.Merwin. Through narrative lyric and metaphysical pulse, meandering thought andpunctuating quiet, Freeman studies the devastating failings of humanity and theredemptive possibilities of love.