Poetrees

Conifer

Firm bark, cool against my cheek
Your life-force draws my eyes
Upwards
To the lava flow of rugged rivulets
running down your trunk.

Look up, again
There through branches, framed –
are glass planes
of blue.

How feathery your fronds appear
Deceptive soft
stems of needles
green and sharp,
Full of promise, of fragrance.

21/02/2016

101 Rathdowne Street Carlton

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