Kielder Pines

Kielder pines
Enormous trees
They meet the sky like canopies
Shading us small mortal souls
With branches spread like parasols

New growth, soft
A lighter green
Flitters, feathery to the skin
Whilst needly, sandy, sheltered ground
Collects the cones without a sound

Kielder pines
Enormous trees
Fragrant, swaying in the breeze
Towering, teetering x feet tall
Their needles wave to one and all

Grace Gant