After long held breath
Hot sun relaxes
Stomata open
Warmth penetrates needle, cleft bark
The sound could be meadowlark
grouses whooom as
Volatile tendrils lift
refractory vapours casting and recasting
light skewing perception
Sweet citrus forest resin
Is that smell just distant memory of “warm day pine”?
Am I walking down this path?
Vestibular sway or seasonal swoon?
Will all of this twisted air please enter my nose
and my lungs
and lead me upward?