The tree seems small on the hillside but large in our living room. The horses plod through the snow and flakes get stuck on our eyelashes. Dad holds the red handsaw. We drink hot chocolate and look at ornaments, pine sawdust in our noses as they shake and wind the tree up tight in green netting.
Leaves pointed, as if they were needles.
I think I have seen you everywhere,
but this is also the first time;
just like before,
but also nothing alike.
her eyes. their spruce. they glow and shine a deep green that sees the bottom of my soul. the spruce of the air fills my lungs and it reminds me of her. I see,
Megan
i was a fern in the meadow,
and you were a spruce in the sky.
i never realized that i
could look so high.
The tree seems small on the hillside but large in our living room. The horses plod through the snow and flakes get stuck on our eyelashes. Dad holds the red handsaw. We drink hot chocolate and look at ornaments, pine sawdust in our noses as they shake and wind the tree up tight in green netting.
Leaves pointed, as if they were needles.
I think I have seen you everywhere,
but this is also the first time;
just like before,
but also nothing alike.
her eyes. their spruce. they glow and shine a deep green that sees the bottom of my soul. the spruce of the air fills my lungs and it reminds me of her. I see,
i was a fern in the meadow,
and you were a spruce in the sky.
i never realized that i
could look so high.