Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Gift of Evergreen

 Evergreen Bough
Gillian Cornwall, c. 2013

peaceful moments
senses heightened

I walk among these winter woods
of evergreen,
every green.
From western winds, a carpet laid
in pine and spruce and cedar 
with every footfall fresh.

Branches gathered
fingers stuck with pine sap scent
this air freshener
the real McCoy.

Intertwining perfect circles
still damp
with the whisper
of the first snow fallen.

Rose hips of red
Snowberry bunches
of winter white
all bound in birch
a ribbon found.

Nature's gift
a perfect lift
for spirits fading
running ragged
the season nears.

I hang this wreath
upon your door
The symbol, strength
The circle, friends

-Gillian Cornwall, November 22, 2015
Re-posted from the original, December 8, 2013

On Campus
Gillian Cornwall, c. 2013


Hotel_Goddess said...

nothing brings memories streaming back from my youth like the smell of pine trees.

Gillian said...

Thanks so much Angela. Me too. Being in the forest or prostrate under the Christmas tree, the scent is evocative and filled with the excitement of our youths.

Diane Scurr said...

Beautiful, Gillian. Thank you for sharing this, it's so evocative. I can almost smell the pine and feel the crunch of leaves under foot.

aleya said...

Beautiful, my friend. Thank you!