Hot Pine

a poem about summer

Written by Mark Grapengater

Hot pine hangs 

In the midday sun,

Sulfuric musk

Enlivening senses

Wonders of summer.

Hot pine promises

Late nights

Boundless freedom

Constant adventure

Getting lost 

In time

And place.

Where am I?

Hot pine awakens youthful 

Innocence 

Irresponsibility

Invincibility

Hot pine ushers to

The seat of God’s theatre

Sight

Sound

Smell.

What’s next?