Sprits of Pine

Glass bottle on table,

Clank of marbled sand against wood.

Stuffed to the brim with pine needles.

Three days later, I would.

I should.

Guzzle the liquid of the sparkling wood.

Plucked from tree tall branches,

Shaken down from the thick brown wood.

Now shaken to the bottom of my bottlecap mold.

Three days later, I would.

I should.

Guzzle the liquid of sparkling wood.

Top off with sugar,

Swish with clean water and settle the bottle.

Contents cool to the touch.

My bottle, oh bottled.

Pressed against my forehead, making my face flush.

Three days later, I would.

I should.

Guzzle the liquid of sparkling wood.

Nature, thy keeper.

My love, my mother.

Share with me the spirit of sparkling wood.

Share with me the sprite of the pine tree wood.