Pinecones Poems | Examples

Bastogne Winter

It is Christmas in a pine grove
Holding vigil in a foxhole
Not an atheist to be found
As artillery shakes the ground
The pines adorned with crystal flecks
And pinecones as ornaments
A cardinal in all its red
Sits atop Tannenbaum's crest
A piece of fruitcake would taste great
(The regifted and given treat)
Sgt. Kilmer's words to this novice
(As I take in this conus coppice)
"Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree"
A semblance of a Gospel decree
And the "evergreen" nature of the greenery
With these Christmas trees, alone
I open my "C-rats" in my foxhole
Then pen a letter home from Bastogne

Autumn Stroll

crumbling
leaves drift with wind
naked branches shiver
crisp scarlet, gold carpet is laid
onwards

misty
fog fills the air
masking grey gloomy skies
brisk breeze blows pinecones into
puddles

odours
of faint wood smoke
like an earthly perfume
infuse dawn's dewdrops on iced fields
ahead

hungry
blackbirds hover
searching for sweet berries
blanket of dark clouds cover sky
home time!

Autumnal

A time to go back to school
Understand rain is warm or cool.
The pinecones fall to the ground.
Up in the sky lovely views are found.
Many leaves are red and yellow.
November is cold, not mellow.

Swing Set

the sun was fixed in the sky
like a fugitive in an orange jumpsuit
radiating anger.
the evergreen forest was shedding
to carpet the steeled winter
earth. pinecones and needles in
a mosaic of brown and green. 
the swing set sat neglected
chains rusted, slack like 
abandoned moorings. 
it creaked under the stress
of your weight, unsure of itself.
its chains, yawning after years
of hibernation, start to sway,
back and forth, picking up
speed and confidence.
In a flash you’re off the
swing,  gliding through thick,
wet air to land on your
hands and knees in the
mulch. The intractable wood
opens the soft flesh of your
palms. The strawberry red
blood glistens in the late
Sunday light.
A dog barks indifferently
at the sun as it sheds its
cumbersome bonds and
falls back into the earth.

Flight of the Ravens

Flight of the Ravens

Twilight skies reverberate with ravens in anxious flight,
Like shades of ebony in the shadows
When light faints into midnight hues
Blush of amber early evening elegance blotted out,
In a rush of shaggy wings
By a murder of mythical Celtic kings
Who ancient mourn Bran the Blessed
To dance the Celtic myth in flight
Against the gasping day pressed up against
A dark moon rising,
Strident caws haunt young visions and ancient dreams
Absent of the lyric whine of chanted song 
To mourn at the edges of dusk
One raven fallen from the hands of the wind
Into the silent chrysalis of death
Grieving squawks resound as mourners rise
In perfect synchronicity of aerobatic grace 
Leaving bits of string and empty sable pinecones
To ever mark their eulogy.

9-28-22
Contest: A Flock of Birds
Sponsor: Julia Ward

This is based on a true story of a raven in our backyard.

Ravens mourn.  They remember events and also leave gifts.
Bran the Blessed is a Celtic myth about ravens.
In Greek mythology the raven is white.
A flock of ravens is a murder.

Listening Is Loving

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeJWKSbbq68

On the brush of morning a wisp of air 
a tendril round my senses, like sweet perfume 
Liquid skies that move with the waves 
of a soft whispering wind 
Calling the birds of the air, calling butterflies;
Each jostled thought calms as my remote lips  
cup and my eyes feast on a clear view 
of one Godly, beautiful day*

Special calls from ancient pine trees with arms 
loaded with pinecones and sentinel scents 
My oh my, how I love the early morning 
with all its aerate lawns and flower beds 

First glance, first kiss, first contact 
nature is cupping her velvet ear and 
listening to me, truly listening;

As I gulp each morsel of peace it imparts, 
I know without doubt that have been 
truly love, this very morning. 

July 30, 2022 
Mystic Rose 
Example for contest 
 
this morning.

Freedom of Speech

Wind whistled in the trees, dropping pinecones on the ground
The blue shade of the mountains, merged with the sound
The cool breeze touched my face, waking me for the day
Opening up doors of freedom for all I want to say
Freedom of speech, is something we must keep!
We are lost without it, from all that we reap
Stand strong with everything that you have to say
What happens tomorrow also comes from today!

Heidi Sands

4/29/22

Fine Tree Soldiers of Winter

Aromatic coniferous forest housing fine tree soldiers 
Gorgeous scents and fragrances of pines and firs are calling
Balsam fir, Colorado spruce, Northern white pine
Each lovely in their own unique ways

Spiral needles on their shoots, remind me of Christmas
Their massive arms make way for baby pinecones
These giants inspire hope and Christmas confidence
Reverence for God’s masterpieces as I decide on one. 

Douglas fir and Pacific Silver fir are both fine soldiers
Standing tall, loving their lives, enjoying their daily views 
I would feel guilty bringing one home if I had cut them down
But they are already cut, so I choose my tree with delight.

Christmas Without You

I sit here in front of my husband
Overlooking a small pond 
Pine trees with pinecones on them
A bird flits from one head stone 
to the next, staring at me

The speckled granite stone 
stands tall engraved with a 
Celtic cross
In the center
S Doyle Roper
CPO
US Navy
Vietnam
October 14, 1943 
August 29, 2018
Husband Father 
and Grandfather 

I placed a red poinsettia in front of the stone
With a prayer and wishing he was here

The holidays are so hard without him.



“ Dad, I love you, I wish you were here with us. We miss you so much. The boys and grandchildren are the only thing that keeps me going. “

December 13, 2021
Not finished writing had to stop to go home

Shooting Star Across the Sky

Christmas fills the air
With scent of goodies to share,
Pinecones, poinsettias weaved swags;
Wishes in stockings and Santa's bag,
Kitties snuggle and puppy tail wags.

A Christmas Wish,
Shooting star across the sky.
A glimpse of Santa Claus
And Rudolph's luminescence red-nose,
Sleigh bells beneath twilight

Whispers and music on beaming lips,
Gifts and bows on fingertips,
Tiptoes, excitement what is in flight.
Santa is coming to town tonight
And the birth of Christ.

A Christmas Wish,
Shooting star across the sky.

12/12/2021

The Talking Pine Cone

Can pine cones actually predict how harsh winter will be?
If a harsh winter is on the way, pine trees create more pine cones.Thinking if squirrels & birds share their opinion on the coming season, they will collect more pine seeds & stock up ahead of time 

Atop a decorative table a basket of pinecones sit festive and clean 
No resin to speak of no brittle edge left, from the forest of dreams 
A little girl with a tub full of glue stickied and sparkled until two    
Til' a pinecone flew out of the pile and yelled,    "Tell me, what is new! "   
They talked for a while then, she hopped into bed;  
Santa arrives with a jolly old bounce, leaving a doll with a flounce   
Down in the valley the lumberjacks cut, but up in the Country their sought  
Thank God for the pinecones that talk and for those that do not  
Its gonna be a long cold winter so "wear your winter mitts"
says the pinecone to a Jolly Santa, who jiggles and jangles 
then laughs with a tickling fit...
Atop a decoartive table the pinecones arranged all with shine,  
ready for a Christmas of love, that arrives just on time.

My Favorite Color Is October

The greatest gift that I could give you is the gift of my long years 
every shade of burgundy that wine can't sell 
every shade of gold that the sun cannot display 
the greatest gift that I can give you, is the gift of my years 
I am October, I come once a year at your home my love, to 
Caress you with shivers both warm and cool.  I am a  
Teleported month that sweeps away the summers scorch 
Opening doors to pastures and rustic pleasures, plum corn 
Bathed in yellow juicy grains and bites, acorns, pinecones 
Environmental beauties that never exist in winter's spew;
 
Return to me lover as I puff over you, I am "October " 
your favorite color, 
silk scarves are put away mink coats are worn 
summer suits placed in cedar drawers,  
I am suddenly reborn through airy branches of trees  
Feasting on your wind whipped eyes of blue 
I become October every consecutive year,  
your favorite color is October, and mine is you. 


Sponsor	Regina McIntosh
Contest Name	October 
October 1, 2021

Seasonal Scents

On the edges of a Spring dawn
Flying high in the breeze, so soft
Grows the breath of lilac’s hope
Freshly mown grass
With a hint of sweetest rainfall

On the border of the Summer sun
Rising silently from the warmth
Comes a salty sea, a whispering wind
The sultry trace of lavender
And roses that laugh with happiness

On the rim of an Autumn morn
Breaking loose the limbs from pines
Come the sighing caress of a storm
As leaves gently curl and swell
Sending suggestions of dark, dry earth

On the tones of Winter’s silvery snow
Drifting with lights that stroke the moon
With loving expressions of joy
Discovered in the moist adoration
Of prayers reeking of pinecones and holly

The scents of nature, both gentle and bold
Whisper to me through seasonal growth
Which erases all the worries of the past months
Igniting the grace of a compassion with each moment
As it fills the spirit with assurance of God’s love










Favorite Scents Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
March 14, 2021

Nose To the Grindstone

1/13/21



Living among animals, some of which albino
Other lifeforms gigundo or micro

Folks in the same or different time zones
Had to keep my nose to the grindstone
And put down the Iphone
Spent time outdoors on my own
The beauty of it all, left my mind blown
Out among so many pinecones
I can feel it in my bones

Business conducted in person or by phone
Working toward another milestone
I know
Never underestimate thy foe

The stem on the plant was a rhizome
And this other plant had all these trichomes
Growing and dying in and out of similar or different biomes
Nearby clear waters or on the surface is a white foam
People living homeless, and others in a nice home
Sometimes for a cat or dog, the doctors prescribed Visbiome

The area was currently a no fly zone
Due to a cyclone

Was not even close or in the strike zone
Close to and far from Limestone
It was made of fine stones
Or possibly made with rhinestone

Nature Decorates a Tree

Nature Decorates a Tree

In the dead of winter, a beautiful pine tree
Grows in the middle of a field
Full of pine scent and pinecones
With a dried pine needle bib

Abandoned spider webs
Gently blown by the wind
Become thin, long, strands of spider silk garland
Wrapping around the tree

Cardinals and blue jays seeking shelter from the cold
Rest upon its branches and fluff their feathers
Looking twice their size
Resembling color orbs of red and blue

Snow begins to fall
Covering its branches
Icicles begin to form
Giving it a lustrous full look

In the morning, the tree “lights up”
As the snow and icicles sparkle in the sun rays
At night, it glows a bluish winter white
In the moonlight

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