Deep In the Cone
subtitle: The Wonder of Unspoiled Beauty
Deep in the cone, function unknown,
wee kernels stand by on their throne.
A life spent with me - lodge pole pine.
Blistering heat – preordained sign,
nudges my embryos who groan.
Resin melting, fire whistle blown!
My seeds now burst forth, as if thrown,
bidding goodbye to former shrine
deep in the cone.
Years passed before purpose was shown;
suddenly these kernels are sown.
Flames will consume me by design
but soil welcomes my seeds to shine.
They'll sprout soon, a dream of my own
deep in the cone.
written January 4, 2012
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