Just a Tease
The surviving pine trees
Shiver in the brisk air,
Atop the Rocky Mountains.
They await a blanket of snow
To chill their bones,
Yet bring comfort to their bareness.
The tallest of them reach out-
To touch the inviting clouds.
Their branches like fingers
Grazing the sky.
A Flake of snow drifts down,
The tiny white crystal
Clings to a pine.
It’s just a tease.
-JPK
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