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.