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January 13, 2016 by northerncardinalreview
The way tall, tall pines acquiesce naked dignified, bare of green leaf balmy night birdsongs. Roots drunk beneath not yet frozen soil, Long trunks above sleepy white , like a happy dog's tail or drunk roots below, sweep dizzily sweep sideways upon high air. Tall pines dance fretless, Tall pines dancing with old dance partner, The audacious winds of winter. Tethered to each other's whims, they push to and pull fro, feeling out over many a-hour glass the intricate nature of their nature. Settling upon a rarified balance, a perfect rhythm all their own. Our human eyes project unpredictability where there is anything but.
Brandon J. Douglass has had his work published in DeCanto Magazine and The Artistic Muse. He currently resides in a small countryside town, twenty miles outside Cleveland, Ohio.