The Phi of Pines
From trunk to limb to branch to twig
The houses we build
The beatle who kills
My favorite shelf
Stacked each one smaller
Vanishing towards heaven
The needles on the ground
Scented perfection
Swaying in the breeze
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
