Fragrant Pine
A poem
Published in
Feb 17, 2021
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A woodland dawn swamped in pine,
its fragrant, clear melody under this sunrise-dash,
slices through yawn and dull ache’s remnants.
The clean sweep unsettles those last moonbeams.
Cobalt needles,
the softest kind,
spread as fingers wide to greet keen warmth and dance awake the day.
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