Poem: Mist Between The Pines

Bremer Acosta
Jul 26, 2023

raindrops
drip off
the ends
of green
needles,
rolling
down
bark
to
splash
on
exposed
roots

roots
intertwine
through
the soil,
spreading
out to the
soft haze
of the
sun

the sun
slips down
through
the mist,
scattering
white
light
over
the pines

the pines
sway
together
over the
downhill
flow
of the
stream

the stream
splits
through
the
bottom
of the
valley,
bubbling
up
over
a silver
glint of
fish

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