1. Towering sentinels at the river’s edge
A stand of loblollies drenched in moonlight
Silhouettes brushing the stars with scent
2. Evergreen elders shoulder shifting winds
Taller than passing masts on a bright regatta day
More carbon in their fiber and resin in their resolve
3. On a chill still tidewater morning
Loblollies float rootless on the mist
Serenely so and utterly beyond
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin, June 2011. All rights reserved.
Oh my yes ! This poetry is definitely “word painting”. I could picture in my mind as I read it, the tree-lined road to camp in Maine. I could smell the wonderful scent of the pines and recall how they towered overhead in silent majestic beauty. I remembered the light green of the new shoots and the deep,dark green of the ageless ancient pines. Such beauty is breathtaking.