For the Pines by Amanda Galeotti

For the PinesAmanda GaleottiI’ve known the paralyzing anguishOf the dark nights of soulWhen the gleaming edge of a bladeGlints like a glittering saviorI’ve been in cave pitch blindnessI’ve wondered in a world of 8 billionHow loneliness could ever put down rootsIn despair, I’ve found communionwith mosquitoes and loonsblack bears and ravensAnd every phase of the moonWith sparkling stars, acting a sceneAnd treesAll of themEspecially the pineWith drooping boughsAnd bleeding sapSomehow when even the ash and sycamore have sunken to winter desolationBowed low by loads of winter snowThe pine holds the hope, keeps the needlesTo weave a haven for winter wayfarersHow much grief have they swallowed for usJust by being with us in winterMore from Amanda Galeotti ↓@amandagaleotti on Instagram@amandanichole on Substack