Pinecone Moons

January 13, 2009
By Anonymous

In the woods we walk
under the summer moon
full of pine smells.

A bird flits over
full of the soul of the woods
full of the moon

and the lonely star.

So we pick two pinecones
and the bird picks a third

but we pick two.

Pinecones cracked


we walk

hand in hand

swooning from the scent


of the sap

and scattering seeds


for future pinecones


and more teen lovers to be.

In the woods we walk

under pinecone moons.


The author's comments:
This poem was based off of one I read for my English homework: "In the Plaza We Walk", by Nephtali De Leon.

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