In Pine Cathedrals

A poem from NovPAD Week 3(ish)

Photo by Kyle Bushnell on Unsplash

In Pine Cathedrals

The story goes
that we were made
to tend and watch
the growing things,
to feel the life
hidden in soil
because that is where
we once came from.
And when I stand
In pine cathedrals
and hear the branches
whisper above,
I believe it
a little more
And wonder if
I should take
off my shoes.

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For last Saturday’s November Poem a Day prompt, “sacred spaces.” Appreciation to

Elizabeth Wickland

for giving this baby poem a title during the Poetry Pub Open Mic. 🌲