Short Pinecones Poems

ashen leaves of fall
with pinecones bedded down
lost in snowy dreams...

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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....

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It is a sunny day, but the wind is so strong
I was dodging things, as I walked along
Sticks, acorns and pinecones fell all around
Leaving a trail of things on the ground
The wind is howling in the woods, a constant roar
It is a wild, sunny, day in autumn for sure

Heidi Sands

9/38/17...

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The wind does whip in a brisk way
Taking away the next breath today
But, the brook gurgles and giggles
Chip the chipmunk runs and wiggles
Down the dark hole, into the ground
Armed with acorns that he has found
As the cold wind slows down to a sigh,
Pinecones stay so still, so am I

Heidi Sands

10/17/20...

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Lightning throbs

Sending rain pelting
Through me

Joyously soaking my soul

Home now-
Clothes hanging on iron glyphs;
Soon to adorn my garden

The sun peaks out-
Bright red pinecones are forming
 Like little green
Tipped clubs on the Norway Pine
Outside my window;
My heart entwined with the
Budding pinecones

Absorbing hope...

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Cherry topped leaves
Frozen ventures into gardens
When I splice that cake 
sipping on apple pie 
Stirring my drink
with a straw
The branches break 
I hear them crack 
the pinecones fall
in the night I see the bending sound 
nothing hushed 
in a crowd 
Verses spoken 
I feel the starlight as you crawl into bed 
next to me 
on cupcake mountain....

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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!...

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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...

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there's some comfort,
small, in the ticking
of a clock,
measured, steady,
time in easy rhythm.
life in co-joined cogs,
chained by gravity,
hung taut in weighted pinecones.
we laughed at the cuckoo's dance,
but secretly feared he laughed best.
But with you, the hands turned well,
round the face,
marking moment's dance,
minutes bled to hours,
flown to years,
until we wound down,
dust mingled,
indistinct,
drifted off,
in timeless breezes......

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It’s a mixed up day
Nature wants to play
White snow with brown leaves
Blowing in the sunny breeze

Pinecones flattened on the road
In the arctic air, so cold
A white curtain at the mountain veils
Snow squalls fill the sky in trails

It’s a mixed up beautiful day
Nature wants to play
I watch in wonder
If next, will be thunder

For now it is a winter’s blast
Coming in real fast
Leaving fall quickly in the past
While the sun still lasts
	
Heidi Sands

11/10/17...

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as i look out Buck's cabin door,
i see new and old huddled 
together on the ground,
pinecones thrown all around,
a young bird being hugged by 
an old world, full of embrace;
it hardly makes sense to my slow ear
and yet, i know it is full of God's grace;
i must be seeing thru Buck's eyes now
and i wish not to go down the hill;
for, i'd rather stay focused on the 
heavenly things, new and old,
that 
    landed 
             together 
                        on the ground.

5/10/2014...

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