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| photograph courtesy of Diana Lee |
Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Black winged angel of the wood
Sheltering the fawn and doe
Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Pine scented nests on earth below
Let doubters stand where Thoreau stood
Grace these boughs with rain and snow
Black winged angel of the wood.
submitted to Photograph Prose
8 comments:
Great poem! Our silent sentinels...
I'm wondering what is up with blogger. It won't let me log in to comment on anything but comment boxes. hmmmm....
Patrick Tillett, Extremely Overdue
I kind of clicked on this expecting to see a tree growing out of a toilet for some reason. I think I've been reading too many of Doug's made up words.
I don't think I could have ever worked "Thoreau" into a poem. Genius!
I can feel this, as if I were standing there.
love it.
superb.
Lovely poem!
Great poem! Pine trees look best when sprinkled with snow. :)
nice...i am rather fond of the woods...and humbled to walk the trees...
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