I Dream of Pine Cones in the Winter

 

From the time the white powdery fluff forms

I know it is time for new life to take on

Shuttering fearfully scurries the little ones

to gather what they need to nestle

 

The air keeps it in place

though it may move briskfully about

until a stronger sun takes refuge

conversing with the floor and the trees

 

What falls below toward a sleepy doe

Bids a fond and calculated "Hello"

An outer shell prickly

To attain its sustenance trickly

A thorn in one's side as but a splinter

I dream of pine cones in the Winter

Reviews

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. ah, beautiful ... a song etched by a true winter lover ... very vivid and utterly enchanting ...

[Deviant Works]

I adore the imagery of this poem. "Shuttering fearfully scurries the little ones to gather what they need to nestle". An amazingly well written poem from start to finish. Thank you, TT.