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.
ReplyDelete“above the balsam fir and white spruce trees
ReplyDeletei catch
the stars”
Perfection.