A Pinewood

A Pinewood

Michael Shindler

A pinewood swaying breathless
In heaving breaks of light,
Its fruit falling—almost deathless
From an almost heavenly height.

Dew-drunk the earth receives them
And the shadows pass them over
—As shadows fled from Bethlehem
These shadows fled the clover.

The light lengthens across the earth;
The pinewood is full of life;
What had died has given birth:
The pinewood has found a wife.

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Michael Shindler
Writer & Poet

Michael is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has been published in outlets including Church Life, The American Conservative, Jacobite, New English Review, and Mere Orthodoxy

Photography by Dylan Knibbe