A moment of observation. Funny what emerges when you sit and stare at a pinecone for long enough!
PINECONE
A dried husk pendant
swings
content
on her branch
indistinguishable from her twin
her elder and younger siblings -
creased niches and notches
arid space.
Sap clings to her
defying gravity's longing
to lure him away.
Soon they will plummet
together
broaden their embrace
to include
decaying needles
born of the same mother.
She will deepen her caramel shade
to rich coffee grounds,
he will mingle his pitchy scent
with earthworms.
For now,
despite this fiend west wind
tearing at their grip,
they are content
to swing.
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