December 18, 2012
by Anthony Cristiano
Pino, a brother’s name and evergreen
coniferous deeds we measure and preen;
one longevus tale of life’s unpitted soul
the bitterer cycles make no weather’s dole.
Your needle-shaped leaves spearhead and sing
the bustle of winds atop history’s shrill,
for you quench rocks’ thirst upon the hill
while others shiver and wither and wring.
And if resinous bark the colour of death
should summon up the ill-fated earth’s soil
you envy no fighter who does not recoil
— such defiance fills your nostrils of breath!
May your crown overflow with the linfa in you,
under your shade banished is ev’ry dark view.
New Book by Longbridge
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