Old Pine Memories

She was a grand old pine
She, I always thought of her as She,
would whisper and sing
songs of water,
earth,
sun,
wind,
and welcome
how I loved her voice

She was our playmate as
we sat under the canopy,
lazing on hot summer days
swinging on the old board swing
     twisting, then releasing
     gazing up into the branches
     dizzy, whorls of green light

It was game, who would get sick first.

Games were played beneath her branches
houses made of her sticks and needles
     She was always home base

Nighttime she rapped on my window
     rain sang through her arms of green and brown
snow held her branches down
     creating a cave beneath to shelter in

Pine tree-friend
you sang me to sleep
danced with me in the wind
shielded me from hot summer sun
protected me from rain and snow

Oh, how I miss you my friend

Ruth Jewell, ©July 15, 2020

Image: Yosemite National Park, October 2017, Photo Ruth Jewell