Pine Forest

The
silence
is like falling snow,
no fluttering leaves
to let us know
that they are there.
These stalwart giants grow
in ranks, an army
of coniferous darkness. Slow
and steadfast, they sew
with 
aromatic 
needles
a 
pine
forest
that
secretly
longs
to glow.

Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2023

Image by Gustav Gullstrand on Unsplash

It’s Monday and at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s quadrille day, when we write poems of exactly forty-four words, including a given word. This week De is our host, and she wants us to pine away. She inspires us with the pine trees of Oregon, the sweetness of a pineapple, and a poem by Yone Nuguchi, as well as links to other poems on the topic of pines. She says we can use ‘pine’ as a noun, verb, or adjective, or we can play around with it and invent our own words.

56 thoughts on “Pine Forest”

  14. What a beautiful nod to these giants. I especially like the creative comparison of pine needles to sewing needles…. “they sew with aromatic needles a pine forest that secretly longs to glow.”

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