Linda Alice Fowler Poet Quintain (English)

Pine Cone

The pine cone sits and rests,
features and expression indelible.
At a season of tricky tests,
its prickly scales are incredible,
open and close, fully flexible.

Life-giving rain makes it fold.
outer scales extend, then close.
Until drying winds, it will hold. 
Then sweet release! Its pose
is fully spread, brash and bold!

Its seeds release into the winds
and travel to faraway places.
With a sardonic chuckle, it grins
at the small challenges it faces. 
To proliferate, it weather-paces!

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Gershon Wolf December 13, 2022 at 8:27 PM All that magic from a little pine cone! -- And provided by the poetic touch of an laf. Thank you, Linda. :) gw Linda Alice Fowler December 14, 2022 at 7:26 AM Hi gw. They are magical, aren't they? Thanks for stopping and commenting. :) laf

Tom Cunningham December 12, 2022 at 11:10 AM Enjoyed this one Linda, I've got one on display that I brought home from Yosemite park. Good luck in the contest. Tom Linda Alice Fowler December 13, 2022 at 5:53 AM Thank you Tom. I had one (from East Texas LOL :) on the mantle that would tell me when to regulate the humidity in the house. Fascinating!

Victor Buhagiar December 12, 2022 at 9:59 AM What a cute poem. I love the smell of pine trees. Linda Alice Fowler December 13, 2022 at 5:51 AM Thank you friend Victor. :)