smell of pine trees, under half-moon
wafts citrus, musky as burnt wood,
we inhale deeply fragrant breeze
recalling season of spring - soon
soft are needles veiled in deep freeze
under half-moon, smell of pine trees
dark sap, scooped earth, trickling slowly
of zest, upon pine cones wholly
fresh. we make ardent wish: peace, berth
under maple trees - brown, closely
tuffed by light, we witness green birth-
trickling slowly- dark sap, scooped earth
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Just beautiful! I especially LOVE lines 1 and 6 in the second stanza!
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing to beat the smell of pine trees, Grace: you created a whole sensory world out of it!
ReplyDeleteTo me the smell of pine is so closely tied to summer... so beautiful I wish to lie down in the moss.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful verse about my very favourite place, the pine forest...a lovely sensory experience in your words..
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful soothing images, Grace. Your poem has soothed my soul a bit.
ReplyDeleteSo pretty, Grace, your verses bring a sense of serenity...much needed.
ReplyDeleteOh, those pine trees, the dark earth, the rising SAP. So graceful.
ReplyDeleteParticularly poignant for me as I have recently lost a young friend - fatally injured while cycling to work - whom I identified as Pine tree. Thank you Grace!
ReplyDeleteNice one!!!
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I love this Grace. All the years that I was able, I spent extensive time, in every season, walking the wilderness forests of the Oregon Cascade Mountains - intoxicated by the fragrance of the myriad conifer types so abundant in this region. Loved the Ponderosa Pine, but my favorite was the Western Red Cedar. It made me swoon. Wonderful poem you’ve written here… ✌🏼❤️
ReplyDeleteNice job on those!
ReplyDeleteEvergreens grace us with their beauty year round, filling in the blank spaces. I have an evergreen candle that I burn to spark fond memories. Beautiful and delicate poem that brings their beauty close.
ReplyDeleteThis is really lovely Grace! I love the smell of pine trees.
ReplyDelete'We make ardent wish' carries me today, love this poem Grace.
ReplyDeleteI love pine forests. I can feel it here, smell it especially.
ReplyDeletelovely. This had a very calming effect!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful celebration. The smell of pines always makes me think of Italy - sigh.
ReplyDeleteThis was a tricky but very rewarding form to work with Grace, and I'm so glad you introduced it to us. You use it very well here to create that sense of tension between winter and spring, and to put us right there as the earth begins to stir and awaken. I can almost smell the fresh pine.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Grace! Thank you for the challenge.
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