Supine in a Hammock, Under Pines

Pine TreesSough like a cow,
or sough like enough,
I’m in love with you—
whether soughing, sighing with a moue,
or soughing, as cirri made of fluff drift,
dipped in blue.

Even the stiff needles above bend to my sigh of love for this sound,
made by thousands of boughs bared to the wind. Unwind,
and lie beneath the soughing trees,
swinging, sighing,
in love with me.

Photo credit: “The Fells” by Basheer Tome is licensed under CC BY 2.0. Unchanged from original.