Poem: Mist Between The Pines
Jul 26, 2023
raindrops
drip off
the ends
of green
needles,
rolling
down
bark
to
splash
on
exposed
rootsroots
intertwine
through
the soil,
spreading
out to the
soft haze
of the
sunthe sun
slips down
through
the mist,
scattering
white
light
over
the pinesthe pines
sway
together
over the
downhill
flow
of the
streamthe stream
splits
through
the
bottom
of the
valley,
bubbling
up
over
a silver
glint of
fish