The Mighty Pines
The winter wind is roaring through the pines,
giving frigid kiss to still green leaves.
Their strong relentless branches only wine.
For lusty gusts won’t bring them to their knees.
The staunch old pines endure the winter’s storm.
While naked maples crack with branches rent
In winter’s reign the onslaught will rage on.
While Evergreen’s resilience is their strength
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2024
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