Blue Pine

A slow unravelling of features And personality on the mountain slopes By play between clouds and Sun Two hours of matchless play My heart in a body paralyzed Such is a place I came to stay. At the very edge of vision on a mountainscape Silky white sheets of snow on display I cannot make out the colours of today Somewhere the menancingly dark Nearer me a downy grey I wondered what ahead lay. The covers came over and down all day Pine trees never to be sun-burnt Deforestation to aforestation Many many young pine tree plantations Roots lying exposed on damaged earth stations Pining baby pines 21st century victims of re-exploitation.