The ground is scattered with fallen pinecones
a design without a pattern intricately woven
each cone has its own representation
of a different unique stitch
each moment they take flight and hit the ground
they create a new music filled with
silent abstract notes and enhanced
by the deep greens of the forest floor
while in the background a tapestry
is sweeping, sloping in its rising
is a surreal undulation of hills
that surround the valley
laying in peaceful repose
a testament to Natureās beauty
an artistās canvas unsurpassed
which only the painterās brush
can aspire to imagination
and will never be master
The Photo Below is My Own Ā© ReneĆ© Espriu
Imagine Pinecones on the Forest Floor
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I love watching the little winged seeds take flight. Nice meditation on pinecones. šš
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Thank you for your comment, Bella. Aspects of meditation are different for each person that undertakes to step into it and that includes myself. But I was, alas, simply inspired by the beauty of Nature to write and when I saw squirrels foraging beneath the fir and pine for those things that had fallen on the ground…so, it began. I wrote this piece some years ago and just recently came across it. I am enjoying reading your posts and I am happy you are now back in Hawaii (I’m assuming you have returned) to be where it is that fills your soul and gives you peace. Take care.
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Love how you described pinecones, ‘a design without a pattern intricately woven’. Here in Australia we get a fair bit of pinecones, all sorts of shapes and sizes too. I remember when I was younger I used to paint pinecones, such a fun activity. It sounds like a lovely part of the world where you are in, being able to immerse yourself in nature and find inspiration to write this poem and take a lovely photo of pinecones š
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