Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Small Stone for March 8th

Today I searched for a whip that the puppy dragged off.
As I leaned into Camille's pine tree, soft needles brushed my face
And the sharp, sweet, piney scent mingled with the rich aroma of damp earth.

My mind flashed back 40 years to a backyard pine tree;
Ground hugging with boughs arching to sweep the ground.
Me, hidden inside, with a book
Laying on the pine needle carpet.
Content.

4 comments:

  1. I love it when you do this! Absolutely beautiful....

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  2. It's wonderful to remember those really special times from our youth.

    Linda
    http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com

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