a pinecone
its very sweetness is what repels us
its life's blood draining out
and we think only of ourselves
sticky, sticky pinecone
there is beauty in all things
if one only looks hard enough
Categories:
pinecone, 11th grade, earth day,
Form: Free verse
I shared a crispy pinecone with you on a walk today
The crunch under your shoe pierced the autumn air
The disappearance of work replaced by laughter and play
An effortless stroll down the street as a loving pair
Let go, forget, and indulge in foolishness…embrace your kid at heart
Laugh and have fun without reason
Make fond memories you can reflect upon
Cherish time with those you love while enjoying the season
Search for the crunchiest pinecone to step on
Categories:
pinecone, autumn, fun, happiness, love,
Form: Free verse
Pinecone fallen from the trees
Tell me something if you please
From where you hung up in the air
Have you seen a woman fair?
I'm looking for her far and wide
To tell her I'll be by her side
And that my love does not depend
On anything she'd say or send
Regardless still in silent thought
My heart belongs to her, it's bought
And not by anything she did
But just because of who she is
Way up high from where you sat
Did you notice where she's at?
On your pods a bluebird sits
Was that her whom on you alit?
If she landed on your cone
You would know since she alone
Can cause a seed of love to sprout
It has in me without a doubt
Now if she does come back again
Who knows if, who knows when
But if indeed her you do see
Ask her if she'll wait for me
Categories:
pinecone, for her, i love
Form: Rhyme
Pinecone mold creatures in the forest lurk
Dropped by elves and faerie on an autumn day
Collecting them should be difficult work
There is an underlying mist so light and gray
From this enjoyable task I do not shirk.
Lightly tiptoeing through the leaves today
Mushroom hunting is my happiest quirk.
Boots step gingerly careful of the fey
Categories:
pinecone, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Floating down from trees
Made for animals to eat
Comes from the pine tree
Categories:
pinecone, america, art, beauty, care,
Form: Haiku
I saw you up ahead
By yourself
Off to the side
In the still brown winter grass
Scales tightly woven
At the tip
Releasing only halfway
The nearest pinetree
Over 100 metres away
A Squirrel surely brought
You this far and gave up
Now you will survive
Among my family
Of Lake Superior
Rocks and driftwood
Abandoned birdnests
And other found
Forest orphans
Forever
Loved
02/22/17
Categories:
pinecone, nature,
Form: Personification
some say the limbs of trees are telling chapters
a pinecedars verse in still measure.
some say a branch can speak as it splinters.
with cinders regognizable for seedling faith.
now pineconed buddha's roll around me
with secrets inclosed in thier bellies
telling me that i look like you.
those same lines round the eyes,
photosynthetic daylight seeking.
with stone marrow to fortify the roots,
structure the face and weather the brow.
twenty nine growth ringed years
past the hardened visage of you
with that bottle in your hand.
you were a pinecone patriarch
that did not germinate in me but die.
Categories:
pinecone, me, me,
Form: I do not know?