Thursday, February 24, 2022

celebrating trees


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 



Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetry Form is Sparrowlet.  

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19 comments:

  1. Just beautiful! I especially LOVE lines 1 and 6 in the second stanza!

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  2. There is nothing to beat the smell of pine trees, Grace: you created a whole sensory world out of it!

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  3. To me the smell of pine is so closely tied to summer... so beautiful I wish to lie down in the moss.

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  4. Beautiful verse about my very favourite place, the pine forest...a lovely sensory experience in your words..

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  5. Such beautiful soothing images, Grace. Your poem has soothed my soul a bit.

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  6. So pretty, Grace, your verses bring a sense of serenity...much needed.

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  7. Oh, those pine trees, the dark earth, the rising SAP. So graceful.

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  8. Particularly 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!

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  9. 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… ✌🏼❤️

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  10. Evergreens 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.

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  11. This is really lovely Grace! I love the smell of pine trees.

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  12. 'We make ardent wish' carries me today, love this poem Grace.

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  13. I love pine forests. I can feel it here, smell it especially.

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  14. lovely. This had a very calming effect!

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  15. Beautiful celebration. The smell of pines always makes me think of Italy - sigh.

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  16. This 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.

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  17. Wonderful, Grace! Thank you for the challenge.

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