Scenes from Woodward Park IV

IV.

My darling, Pine, I trace your spine

Caressing bark and wood

Seeing your knots exposed and taut

Would I be so, if stood –

I to face each weather and change

That god thought to season

Were to leave; to shade; reprieve

My love, I’d lose all reason

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