Balsam Fir

You are a relative I
do not find
Included in our chronicles of birth.
We both are to the
sunlit skies inclined
Though you are held more
certainly to earth.

Your loyalty to green
gives me a lift.
In winter though we differ
in arms,
we are both blessed
with life
and life's great gift.
How to withstand by growth
whatever comes.

T. Morris Longstreth

Collected by
marylee manson armour
back in time.