lone juniper

Juniper, lone Juniper
stands where

Sea buttresses rock,
Rock tangles with sand

Wave harnesses stone,
And sea scrapes sky

The sky, the sea,
In uneven harmony

And Juniper, lone Juniper is
In between

a solitary fir,
Evergreen.

Speak, lone Jupiter, speak!
Wharf is what you seek

Nature abounds, and
Offers you her
Crown

of thistledown.
Cloaked in spray and
Foam,

you need not
Feel so ‘lone

Textures of blue and white
Form a lullaby

Your roots touch loam,
Securing stone.

Juniper, lone Juniper
Reach up and dig down

To know the blessings
Of the ground.

lone Juniper
stands where
sea buttresses rock,
rock tangles with sand,

wave harnesses stone,
and sea scrapes sky
the sky, the sea,
in uneven harmony

alone Juniper sits,
a solitary evergreen
seeking nature
and offers this crown
of thistledown

it
need not feel so ‘lone
cloaked in spray and foam
the texture of sea and sky
hum its lullaby,
its roots touch loam,
secure as stone.

sat askance, leaning
as though birds settled
among its nettles, and
moon called forth tides,
rain pelts suns’ hide,

a horizon be always at rest
waving goodbye to
the wind gives lone juniper
its calm breath

let the world resume
its gait, lone juniper, while
you revolves upon its plate.

Bridget Ronnie is a poet living in Brooklyn, of course. Where else? She writes in her spare time, which is a lot, and has a collection of poems forthcoming.

This website is dedicated to her current works in progress, which are a timeline of her emotional state — and mental associations. With wordplay, understated rhyme schemes, and quiet thunderstorms, she questions and highlights the world. In its simplicity, completing anonymity.

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