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.