The Austrian Pines

© 2011 (Jim Sularz) Deep in a Black Forest, lost along a mystic stream. Where the winds still whisper, a thousand untold dreams. Enchanted shadows, kicking frosted leaves. Sleep at night’s darkness, wake upon a moonlit breeze. Castled ruins in disbelief, sap blistered lips unseen. Singing Austrian pines in chorus, beneath an idyllic scene. Dancing high betwixt the hills, hide an’ seek, and make-believe. Pine cones popping tear-dropped treasures, wave a kiss goodbye, “Auf Wiedersehen! ”