A Conifer
A Conifer
A
Blue Spruce
Born from a cone
Green leaves shaped like needles
Inhale deep draughts carbon dioxide
Provide places for wrens and chickadees to hide
Sticky sap exuded from the bark leaves a fragrant scent
Cones fall to the ground, the seeds of the next generation
Brown branches support long strands of twinkling Christmas lights
Gnarled
Trunk
With
Bony
Fingers
Of
Roots
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2025
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