Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Winter's Last Cone
Oh single cone how long will you stay,
Through Winter's night and cold sunny day?
The last cone I spy, as you hang alone,
And wait for the time when you will de-throne.
There on the ground a place among others.
Is mother, father, sisters and brothers.
Their death will now feed the coming green fern,
For Spring's happy season before your return.
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