Pine

I saw your outline in the shade

Between Wonderland-wavering pines

I looked up between the branches 

And closed my eyes for the cold

Relief of their shadow was on me. 

The roots of my veins fell heavy 

Against the pulsing sun in my wrist

And pine needles raked my chest

Like those sparing rays of light 

That crept amongst the curtained eaves. 

Since summer came I have been hard to sleep

And hard to wake but by a lake of lilies 

Between shelves and seats of Meadowsweet

I walked to where a path of pine trees lay

And there where on heartwood clung decay

I saw your outline in the shade. 

Reviews

[Calissa Knox]

"The roots of my veins fell heavy
Against the pulsing sun in my wrist
And pine needles raked my chest".

Mysterious and enchanting, with amazing imagery throughout. I loved this!

~ Feather