pine | Shawn L. Bird

poem-brisk March 15, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:14 pm
Tags: alliteration, assonance, death, internal rhyme, paradox, personification, pine, poem, poetry, scent, synecdoche, tree

My nostrils are bitten

by the brisk scent of pine,

invigorating, enervating in the rain.

I follow my nose

to two freshly felled stumps

and marvel that death can smell

so very much alive.