For the Pines

Amanda Galeotti

I’ve known the paralyzing anguish

Of the dark nights of soul

When the gleaming edge of a blade

Glints like a glittering savior

I’ve been in cave pitch blindness

I’ve wondered in a world of 8 billion

How loneliness could ever put down roots

In despair, I’ve found communion

with mosquitoes and loons

black bears and ravens

And every phase of the moon

With sparkling stars, acting a scene

And trees

All of them

Especially the pine

With drooping boughs

And bleeding sap

Somehow when even the ash and sycamore have sunken to winter desolation

Bowed low by loads of winter snow

The pine holds the hope, keeps the needles

To weave a haven for winter wayfarers

How much grief have they swallowed for us

Just by being with us in winter

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