Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Forest Fruit

It is the first day of December
And the pine, in beauty glows
On its limbs the fruit await
To reach the forest ground below

Their silent fall will touch the earth
Where they wait until they're found
By happy children toting baskets
Gather all, then homeward bound!


  1. The smell of pine cones just makes winter, doesn't it? Beautiful poem, Dixie, x

  2. Yes it does, Julie, and I think you got 'my' snow. lol x


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