In the spring I sit
Leaning against the pine
To smell the earth come back to life
To watch the chipmunks scamper
In the summer I sit
Leaning against the pine
To admire the trillium that grow beneath
To catch a glimpse of wildlife prancing
In the fall I sit
Leaning against the pine
Wearing a yellow vest, shotgun in hand
To harvest some venison for food on the table
In the winter I sit
Leaning against the pine
Enjoying the snow-covered stillness
Knowing another year has passed
And another is promised
Spending time with
My sturdy towering friend