Tall guardians silently stand stolid and sure.
The fragrant needles glisten majestically in the morning dew.
I exhale of their essence deeply. Protected.
The cool morning air clings to my clothes and I kneel.
Feeling their essence flow in and around me. Sanctuary.
©2006 - 2009 Gloria Gypsy
To Stand Within The Pines
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Gloria Lynn Henry
Sep 11, 2009
Labels: To Stand Within The Pines
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