Ode Upon Pine Cones in Early Spring

Ode upon Pine Cones in Early Spring

Glistening in the first days of coming warmth,

Spring-budding pine cones begin to come forth,

Bearing a fair, wood-spice odor,

Fresh in their spice-wooded ardor.

 

But while their bud blooms forth a closed flower,

They are soon awakened to the Sun’s power,

Or by heaven-seeking fire,

Sparking their turn in a cosmic spire.

 

 

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