Pine Tree

A parasol
with dangling ornaments,
providing shade
and shelter from the sun,
an umbrella
left open and never closed,
how pregnant it
looks, heavy with cones,
a cloud unto itself,
showering needles with
every heavy wind,
and although its canopy is
bird-punctured,
it remains impermeably
buoyant overhead,
yet how reverent it seems,
shawled in snow,
when boughs droop and try
to genuflect.

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