Poetry

Fit For The Fire

My disappointment in the
pine’s lack of resolve
is palpable
How quick they are to
thrust up their guts
from the earth at the
first brush of adverse winds!
What bird would build a
home there seeing their bones
laid low among the oaks?
Cut them for yule then
feed them to the flames

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