Soft Green Pine Needles
The soft green needles of a misshapen pine tree are adorned with raindrops
that are diamond glints on the needles,
as the branches gently move in the breeze.
A small sparrow, or a larger fish crow
will perch on the Pine against the lemon-
white sky.
The birds will bask in silky effulgence, their stygian hues within the buttercup light captivate for they are a night luminosity amongst a colorful Fertility.
The birds' wings are folded against their body, as the tree insists
in reaching out to hold the bird, until its wings
unfold, spread, lift
into the heavens that redress the birds
into a black green; or deep grey dove tints, within the sunlight..
later in the day the descending dusk
will dust the sky, the flush of the tree
will steep in a late Spring-lit evening.
As the birds, the tree infuse into the Darkness.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment