Even when I say I pine for you,
I am inhaling the drift
of crushed needles in the woods
behind Pausacaco, where
my siblings and I played bears
(not dolls)
piling up orange needle houses
for us to hide in
shelter from the drip of sap and rain
and a broken heart.
aliceinbloggingland 
Pine and pine; both so evocative.
Lovely
felt it.loved it.
Arti! I am so happy to have such an appreciative reader. I am currently at a writing retreat so quite selfishly focused on my own work. I’m about to post two blogs about what I’m doing, if you’re interested, and next week when I am not so focused on my own work, I plan to read your blog!!