hmmm...Apparently my ability to concentrate in class has gotten no better despite a month off and the fact that so far I have been to only one class. Eh...oh well.

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The acrid smell of pine
knifes through the thin air
sharpening the bite of the cold
in the heights of that green wood.

There is a knobbly knowledgeable
aged quality to the boughs,
the bark of all these tall
proud princes of
the mountain

Feathered spines filter daylight
casting shadows like
the delicate fans
of oriental ladies

On the soft bed of the forest
that grows back to the earth. Renewal
and night descends, more starlight
than darkness

In the isolated kingdom of conifers
stars peer down through tangled branches
like sparkling eyes
of fanciful creatures

The rising sun
a beacon shines triumphant
woods glow rosy
dew drips off needles like tears