The Great Pines

IN WINTER LIGHT TREES DO BATHE
THEIR LIMBS HEAVY WITH THE SNOW
IN GREAT WHITE COATS THEY POSE
THEIR HEAD HELD HIGH
GENTLE BREEZE FLOATS BY SENDING
TENDRILS OF SNOWFLAKES DANCING MERRILY IN-BETWEEN
THE GREAT PINES
THEY LAUGH AS THEY SWIRL AND PLAY THEN LAND JOYOUSLY
TUCKING THEMSELVES IN THE FOLDS OF THE GREAT PINES
SETTLED NOW THEY REST
PURE WHITE AGAINST THE DEEPING EVER GREEN

The Sun

Sun

Hot sun beating down

summer breeze

reminds me of

The woods, 

the stream that ran by

forts left unfinished in childish play

The fields with the grass so high

lupins rolling over soft hills 

dancing among the trees

cold stream falling merrily along

by moss covered rocks

scaling the elfin mountains 

the moss damp and cool,

sprinkled by the stream 

Sneaking through the pines

sent of pine permeates

sap stickily scents the hands

sneaking from the woods in to open field 

a bush laden with fruit 

Raspberries fresh picked still veiled in dew

stuffed with jubilation in mouths 

eager for their sweetness.

Slipping back within the folds of the midnight forest