Three pine trees moving gently
In the new years morning breeze
I feel renewal sitting quiet
An old friend placed a call
We chatted laughed remembered
Old friends the younger years
Many passed others clinging
Stories never seized
I see the magic pinecones
Attached to the 100 foot pines
My neck stiffens when I look up
Dizzy focus towards the ground
A lone pinecone landed
On the fallen fluffy snow
My thoughts now interrupted
Joys and glory times
Stepping back with dimming memories
Placed with the pinecone in the snow
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