the sentinel

one tall pine tree stands

pressed flat against the night sky

standing watch alone

 

19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. billgncs
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 01:46:45

    dryad warrior queen
    shelter one lost and weary heart
    rustling needles speak

    Reply

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  4. Kharma
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 03:30:32

    Very nice. I LOVE haikus!

    Reply

  5. simonhlilly
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 09:45:54

    All night long
    The wind in the high pines.
    How distant seems my home.

    Reply

  6. ericmvogt
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 11:12:28

    Whimsy, I like the way you think and write. We have similar images going through our minds, me thinks. Great poem. 🙂

    Reply

  7. feistyredhair
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 15:25:07

    Reminds me of home…

    Reply

  8. frommymusings2u
    Nov 12, 2012 @ 23:40:33

    Vivid imagery…enjoyed 🙂

    Reply

  9. Ray Sharp
    Nov 14, 2012 @ 22:34:36

    The place beneath the red pines is bare
    to the interweaving of red pine needles
    and straw grass matted thickly, packed
    by the white weight of winter, the making
    of duff, a soft cool bed to lie down on
    in summer and be thankful for snow.

    Reply

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