ODE Poem: ode to ohio’s pine, by Rachel Hershberger

seasoned
branches hang
like heavy arms
adorned with emerald icicles
pinecone fingertips
paint palettes of coniferous decadence
with needlepoint brushes,
waxy and thick with wonder,
gnarled strokes smeared dark green
across autumn’s bluest sky.

layers of limbs drip with tiny emerald brooms
prepared to silently sweep across the shoulders of people passing by
scratching strained necks
and collecting human meanderings like acorns
our wondering turns to seed, folded into sacred pockets of darkness
gently tucked into the tend heart of a trunk obscured
by broad boughs of pine

this majestic tower
all bark and needles,
all sap and squirrels
sways in shifting light
whispering wisdom into the wind
free for all
who choose to hear.

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