Ten Pine Trees and MoreA Poem by Shara FaskowitzI They crowd close, surround the barn. Sometimes branches embrace the air. Sometimes they loom, point at me.
II They are in my purview. I watch with a distracted eye.
III The sky backdrop passes. Winter gray. Cornflower blue Spring. Smoke drifts autumn over green.
IV I am no tree but I recall tree-spirit gave a home to squirrels, Peter Pan and me.
V What do you think wind whispers say? Do trees have stories? Souls?
VI Shaggy snow mammoths, feathered deep with menace or bent stoic, aged with burden.
VII I crushed a fragrant needle, pricked my finger. A drop bloomed crimson. I slept 100 years among the pine cones.
VIII A small red mother and her two kits ringed a pine one snowy dawn. My fingers puddled in their tracks.
IX Life before kindling was stalwart. And then the fall. Perhaps a king was immolated for my warmth. Who sees nobility in ashes?
X I fell in love with you when first I saw you watch the sky and listen to the trees.
XI Once upon the pine that sheltered me I lived in books beneath a tree.
© 2008 Shara FaskowitzReviews
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