Forest Star

Forest Star


Nestled there
in your sawdust crib
tucked ‘tween slabs
of Niagara stone,

dreaming of grandeur,
of sheltering birds,
of scampering squirrels
tickling your sides.

Five slender arms
held proud, outstretched,
not reef-bound & hidden
like your salty sister.

Hold strong, little white pine,
hold strong--
one day you’ll
catch the clouds.

--Barbara Malcolm