For a dear friend who suggested there was a poem in this photo. This old tree sits a block over next to a small stream along the fence line of the coal rail yard. When I’m feeling stressed or sad or frustrated I walk my little dog by this tree. I don’t deserve such an amazing gift. The Lady of the Pine, as I like to call her, must know I need her.

Lady of the Pines
mantle of lush green
peering from the wounded
hollow of a great old tree
here to greet all passers by
weary from the fray, offering
hope and gentle healing
on this cloudy day
what say you oh gentle lady
to our troubled hearts
in a world fraught with hate
fractured families, torn apart
tenderly your intercessions
whisper on the breeze
soon the autumn frost will
kiss your rosary of leaves
sending them a-fluttering
to drape your tender feet
ever faithful you’ll remain
until next time we meet
~kat







