Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Pine cones

Pine cones scattered across the snow
By the wounded evergreen
In hopes of Spring Eternal
A continuation of her – offspring

She has received a “trim” of her needles
From Mother Nature
Covering the melting snow
As if it were on purpose

Where once was crisp and white
Now dirty with OUR stuff
Among the fallen needles,
Pine cones – seeds forthcoming
We find hope