Dear Slender Pines,
I find myself again in your midst
Sleeping at your feet
I lifted my eyes to search the night sky
The clouds separated us softly
From the stars and the galaxies above
And lady moonshine shone a foggy glow
Through the clouds’ wispy whispers
How you revered her light!
I saw the way your branches upheld
All of her sweet dignity
She confided coolly through the atmosphere
Her language translated by the winds of life
Which you gathered and understood
Above the world, with your pine-top view
As the translation of her gentle words
Rested like dahlias upon your ears
And you were fortified and terrified alike
At such magnitude of midnight grace
Your silhouettes against her light astounded me
Your charcoal points pierced the night sky
You were in wonder, and so was I
Neither for the first time, nor the last
I am one of you.
Brown Mountain, Colorado — Dispersed Campsite ¦¦ August 26, 2018
Neat Note: the ‘dahlia’ flower used to describe the beautiful weight of the moon’s language in this piece of prose was courteously provided by Kimi, the owner of Howl Mercantile & Coffee, in Salida, CO, where I had the fortunate opportunity to be present while I composed and edited this. The dahlia is Kimi’s favorite type of flower.
If you find yourself in that neat little town, I advocate for the comfortable, calming atmosphere of her space, along with her gentle care and attentive flair. Howl is a delightful space, and they wisely use Corvus Coffee Roasters. It is a worthwhile visit.
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