Pines send pale green love
To bless the Earth every spring
Regret not this gift.
Ah, my weekly poetry fix will have a different flavor until the end of the month! Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday is on a well-deserved Sabbatical, but she still encourages weekly syllabic poems.
The pollen season is still going on here, but the stream of near-nightly rains has kept the pine pollen from being snow as of late. Instead, it’s turned into puddles of pale-green pollen. A bit more disgusting, but less harmful for one’s health. Horticultural sexism, anyone?