Wednesday Wine & Write

Pinecones

Fat, round, delicate wooden flowers,

Robust with rigid petals.

Cloudy-scented memories of autumn,

The taste of butterscotch in the frigid air.

Pinecones dance a free-fall jig,

rapturous & free.

Before found desolate, serenely on the forest floor.

Proudly beautiful,

Each thorn-tipped ridge an echo of perfection.

From bright umber to deep brown,

Each wooden bundle a reflection of the fall.