pine
cones grow
lush as leaves
thick of winter
snow, fresh as spring rain
musky as wild berries
unadorned, a stark beauty-
night sky is translucent silver
mirroring spell of purple darkness-
above the balsam fir and white spruce trees
i catch
the stars
Posted for the dVerse Poets Pub - An Etheree Tree, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Thanks for your visits and comments.
you hung every branch out just beautifully Grace
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Grace. I am especially drawn to:
ReplyDelete"night sky is translucent silver
mirroring spell of purple darkness"
As perfect as trees can be.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteMuch❤️💚love
Beautifully done!
ReplyDeleteYour tree-poem is lovely, Grace and I appreciate the care you took making the perfectly shaped tree!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is very lovely, Grace. Beautiful tree!
ReplyDeleteWhat a stunningly gorgeous tree poem, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLynn ☺️
DeleteSurrounded by trees where you live, we expected no less lyricism from you Grace... Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh, that ending. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThis is so very beautiful, Grace. 🌲💕👏
ReplyDeletedeeply fragrant and full of resin, sap and lusciousness, Grace!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully lyrical and the imagery is gorgeous, Grace.
ReplyDeleteYou made me smile; so evoctive. I can smell that snowy landscape. Thanks Grace.
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely, Grace, the trees directing our eyes to the starlight in the darkness. May your holidays be bright, my friend.
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