Forest of Pines 02-08-25
To the clouds-
a tousled crown of green,
a bump in the fabric of land.
To the deer-
a hall of silent pillars,
woven shadows,
mighty temples.
To the rain-
a fleeting flash of green and brown
then hush-
splattering on fallen needles.
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