the pines lullaby
soft and low, a picnic shade
bathed in sunset’s glow
the pines lullaby
soft and low, a picnic shade
bathed in sunset’s glow
by the water’s edge
a stroke of loneliness hits
a small pine drowning
along my journey
slash pines and palm trees reach out
in the morning fog
rays of flaming light
emerging from horizon
sundown seduction