Hello hemlock tree
your feathery cones
sharp twigs 
& soft needles
dance with
the breeze, sway
in spring.
O hemlocktanne 
with your delicate
garland of old 
miscasts & orange
bobbers strung
as solstice gifts
in summer.
Ever green hemlock
your dusky hue 
among maples
beckons through
the clinging steam
of hot breath
in autumn.
My love, my tree
stands in the sky.
If they do lift the level
of your lakeside home
it will drown the bank
you will die
in winter.