The path of fallen pinecones

Jutted spheres of scented fir litter a winding path

from a murky pond where the buzz

of industrious bees

backdrops a symphony of Avian arias.

 

Some cackle,

others serenade melodies from treetops

like dueling pianos

but softer, more comforting

crescendos matching invitations

cues ceding to climaxes.

 

A crisp rustling wind releases two pinecones

free but from gravity

sending them to a bed of partners

eventually to rise again

stronger, more mature.

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