I Dream of Pine Cones in the Winter
A Poem by TTBoy28
From the time the white powdery fluff forms
I know it is time for new life to take on
Shuttering fearfully scurries the little ones
to gather what they need to nestle
The air keeps it in place
though it may move briskfully about
until a stronger sun takes refuge
conversing with the floor and the trees
What falls below toward a sleepy doe
Bids a fond and calculated “Hello”
An outer shell prickly
To attain its sustenance trickly
A thorn in one’s side as but a splinter
I dream of pine cones in the Winter