from The Pine-Woods Notebook
from The Pine-Woods Notebook
The pitch of the pines on the ridgeline thickens, bewitching.
A needle drop announces with a bounce the delay in patience it anticipates.
Surface hiss risks rescinding its promise of prominence.
Wind's distance incites the pines to hush.
Silence correlates static.
From pine to sigh a sound propounds the ingrained impulse to perpetuate; the needling breeze yields, fecund and promiscuous.
An erratic passage of particles sibilates in an instant, dense spectrum; the more idiosyncratic their paths, the more uniform the impression of some cumulative constant; the drone then follows from a system out of tone.
With the wind at the margins, curvative tips serve to initiate rates of drag-induced lift; the silhouette's perimeter shimmers in the upwash.
Sap from the wavering sutures of bark, balsamic, darkens and brittles, black as shellac.
Propagating out in unheard annual vibrations, nested sets of xylographic lock-grooves loose slack dendral precessions, extending.
Handwriting offers, supine, consigning; an autograph co-signs, entrusting; a secant severs the substance; chords bisect chords; in the forms they construe, pens designate names — a sending away or removal of the referent yet retaining the same verbal regimens, of any nouns thought to be worthy of love.
Accidents inflect what a signature fixes.
Beneath the trees, a carmine fungus concentrates its muscarine.
The wind amands the seeds.
The sea demands its winter raft.
Ice, in its suspended retreat, mirrors the chare of bay's tide's detray; a standing screen of Sitka intervenes.
Glacial melt aligns the drumlin hills with drifting till but scarcely alters the sound's salinity, which brines without relenting.
Salt saturates the sand culture; the grains refrain from seizing with the freeze.
The sound resigns, relinquishing liquidity to rink.
Wind frisks the crotchets of their last concealed desiccants.
Wedge-tailed shearwaters flight across wave fronts; remiges tailor the trimmed mersatorials.
Rews score the field with stitches; hedge and ditch grid the grassland past the ridgeline; an avenue of pendants rules the march.
Firs risk scalenity with suspending taliq scripts.
Excursus revokes heroic composure.
Pines rune.
Branches rine.
Every pining recks.
Limbs braid from their slumber at a gust.
The force wrakes out the unsound branches.
A winter storm havocks ice sheets and weed wracks from their course.
Wakes burnish the sound with a sheen like the crease from a bonefolder.
Spiculine leaves hone their sonic proportions; fundamentals combine with their own harmonic overtones.
Stoic cortical rhytidomes corset the torsos.
The genus adapts from the alpine to the littoral.
A moisture exchange clearly alters the complexion of the continent's constituents.
Pelagial salt settles as it falls, dissolving, beneath lacustrine calm.
Nutrients, sourced from soil, absorb.
The roots, without apology, appropriate the phosphates.
Certain literal phrases plagiarize an etymology.
A falcon's pinion angles, ruffles, and then resmooths.
Ochre chlorosis transmits the tips' deficiency; they twist from want of copper in the silicate alkaline silt.
Contaminants accrue. Etiology accuses.
Water sounds the soil.
A trunk frets the shallows, leisurely autistic, keeling with the heaves. Surf worries the fibrous pith, easing the sleeving from the trunk.
Late season's waning sun cedes to altostratus and etiolates.
The old-growth browns lack luster from the brack; fresh green foliage gleams like jade; needles shine in perennial foison.
Bark husks harden and slough.
Methyl jasmonate accumulates along the phenylpropanoid paths; resins run rising along the corridors; phenolic plant flavenoids travel rapidly back, building metabolic shields; they synthesize in sympathetic paranoia. Chalcone enzymes modulate the terpenoids.
From their simple harmonic motions, needles sough in the soft breeding breeze.
Pine trees pulsate between the graves.
With a dissipate flare, the toroid sings in rounds. The ring of the sound — its particular pitch, intensity and timbre — radiates down in a widening vortex.
The pyrexial curve of earth steadily rises, without any remittance, then plummets, diurnal, in turns of duly even undulations.
From the bank, down the cashel, the forest floor patterns its parquetry without any smooth planks, without a single washed board, but with the thickest of carpets. The cushioning spread of the dead softens the pack of the soil.
The mesh of needles belies the firmness of the live wood's muscular flesh.
The valve of the pyxis' amphora attaches the axis like a one-handled amber.
Wild ache laces the base of the lease, mascling the field, purling the vert, juvating the shade's proximity — everything jagged, cut, and vittered.
A wrap of sapwood protects the core.
Capillary pressure acts against gravity.
The sun sounds the shade, appraising the tightness of the laced needles' braiding.
The dark of the trunks predates the dusk.
The pitch of the outline as it climbs to the cyma defines the cast of the profile and its iconic geometry: a pyramid rotated to a cone more perfect than the form of any pines' eponymous seedpods.
Little circles of shadow polka the brule beneath evergreen parasols.
Naked, seeds scatter, candid, in the breeze.
