snowy ground underneath circled with
needles cones detritus
solid trunk rises sixty feet
green branches oscilating with
the gusts of February fanning fists
but the tree withstands endures
it was made for this with
roots reaching deep beneath the snow
into frozen ground
into Manitoba clay
into the tangle of pedigrees from other trees oh
to be a pine tree
needles facing wind with
sharp confidence
rising from a circle of love
No comments:
Post a Comment