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.

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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18 comments:

  1. DEZMONDJanuary 20, 2015 at 1:18 PM

    The final two rhymes are lovely

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  2. Debra She Who SeeksJanuary 20, 2015 at 2:27 PM

    Nice ode!

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  3. Rawknrobyn.blogspot.comJanuary 20, 2015 at 3:06 PM

    This is so nice. I love your poetry, DC.
    Keep a smile.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 20, 2015 at 4:54 PM

      I like it because it just barely gets started and it's over. Half brain, I suppose.
      Thanks, Robyn.

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  4. Mike PerryJanuary 20, 2015 at 4:08 PM

    Lovely!

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 20, 2015 at 4:54 PM

      Thanks, Mike. Hey, one terrific post fro you today!

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  5. Linda KayJanuary 20, 2015 at 4:46 PM

    Dixie, I enjoyed your little ditty. How cute.

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  6. billy pilgrimJanuary 20, 2015 at 4:49 PM

    winter's last cone. must mean winter is almost over. i don't want to jinx myself and boast that we haven't had any snow so far this winter. so i won't.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 20, 2015 at 4:57 PM

      Billy - seems we're having one of our dry winters this year - cones go fast. But it'll snow and little green shoots of stuff will come up, and might even survive.

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  7. JoJanuary 20, 2015 at 9:49 PM

    You make me wish I still wrote poetry as I did many years ago. No longer seem to feel the urge sadly.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 21, 2015 at 9:57 AM

      Hi Jo. It doesn't mean you'll this way forever :)

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  8. bazzaJanuary 21, 2015 at 3:11 AM

    It's like the counterpart to the last leaf of Autumn. Let's take it as a sign that, eventually, Spring will get here!
    Listening to: Les Trois Cloches - Edith Piaf & Les Compagnons de la Chanson https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbQUuTQuYoU
    CLICK HERE for Bazza’s fabulous Blog ‘To Discover Ice’

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 21, 2015 at 9:59 AM

      Bazza - that link is new to me, even though I know who Edith Piaf is... will check it out. Thank you; I hope you're staying warm there!

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  9. UnknownJanuary 21, 2015 at 8:55 AM

    So pleased it had such meaning for you, Dixie.

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    1. Dixie@dcreliefJanuary 21, 2015 at 10:02 AM

      Hi Carole Anne. It seems silly but I've been waiting to collect the cones at the bottom of this one tree I have. This last one is hanging on. I figure about the time I take the others home... this one will drop! (smile)

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