“Chapel Pines Grove” by Joe Mamer
conifers skyward
dense towering stands
stalwart windbreaks
against hurly burly
the worldly vicissitudes
blowing their business
across flatscreen minds
giving siege to tranquility
smothering those
who would breathe
self-sufficiency
modern encroachments
whose hazards
Thoreau would have
well understood
despite the astonishing
speed of the spin
of the world
From my book Ephemera
“Smell of Snow” by David Langevin
pine boughs
heavy with winter
inner strength
“Pine Trees and Snow” by Joy Nichols
crisp apple-sweet air
exhaled by evergreen lungs
chilled by the snow
From my books Onionskin and Riverthink
“Tall Pines”
Painting by Judy Wilder Dalton
From artistsoftexas.com
pines give themselves up
to the gods of the skies
statuesque in devotions
drop seed cones like prayers
on soft needle-bed turf
tops in unison sway in the
clean breathing breeze
hands and arms held aloft
in the rapture of seasons
exchanging their liturgies
this forest a sacred serene
place of worship and wonder
four faiths tilt in turns
of elliptical reverence
respective in yield of
their own special grace
Temperate Coniferous Forest
Photo from glogspot.com
conifers skyward
dense towering stands
stalwart windbreaks
against hurly burly
the worldly vicissitudes
blowing their business
across flatscreen minds
giving siege to tranquility
smothering those
who would breathe
self-sufficiency
modern encroachments
whose hazards
Thoreau would have
well understood
despite the astonishing
speed of the spin
of the world
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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