Memory treads the needled bed beneath cathedral pines
How towering deep the pillowed hush
Latticed boughs mincing sunlight
Into dusty biblical shafts
Decades later this wandering Maine girl still pauses
Faint linger of pinecone pitch on wrinkling hands
Recalling the evergreen promise of profound eternity
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin 2009. All rights reserved.
Remembering the Pines
October 23, 2010 by dmcglauflin
The pine pitch still prevalent
On Maine’s southern shore
Unknown to me how such memories endure
I power-wash the decks and rails
Uncover materials that shined before
Until sticky dark matter returns once more
I LOVE your poetic reply, Chris!