Saturday, June 15, 2013

Reading adirondackly

Extract the day,

they say: my pines are happy
to give shelter, planks, and
scent. I think I said this as
a child, comfy in their tent.
What matter: now, I'm not a
child, I play with them in 
trust; countless climbing
fallings never blaming them
for lust.

I 'wake to scents of bacon
o'er their embers as I steep,
I dine on sizzling fishes hid
within their lapping keep; as
reading adirondackly, I 'low
my heart to leap.