Queen of Norway
Her towering empire, reaching towards the sky
in winter splendor, each pine needle vase on her
far-reaching limbs cradling plumes of ambrosial
fluffy snow, shining like mast-sails of tall ships
on a winter’s voyage, commanding the sea of
white below.
Red Pine, or Norway Pine as the locals call her,
arch ever upward, with golden tufts of pine cones
dripping off her regal limbs….her neighbor pines,
heavy boughs sagging with snow, bow in respect
to her upright elegance.
In my poetry-nook, three stories above the drifts,
my pen flows freely with winter’s abandon, just
outside my window….I know spring will come,
but today lives forever, as I ink my respects
to Her Majesty.
01/31/11
4:56 pm
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2011
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