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.
