Pining

You cannot
In a photo capture
The perfume
Of needles of pine

That untold
Glorious aroma
A cocktail
A glass of green wine

The forest
With canopy resplendent
Offers its guest
Scented shelter to recline

On a seat
Under playful bough
Tickled gently
By winsome breeze divine

I sit
Blip capture the moment
That nostril can
But camera cannot, define


Terry Rhiannyr

April, 2012