Under Pine

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1041, Pines


Pine tree bonzai

ending the year
glint of candle light
on pine needles

sparkling branches
of the crooked shore pine
a hidden moon

© Jane Reichhold

Here is my attempt:

under a pine tree
he smells a wet fresh scent
as he pines for her


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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