Mushrooms and Pine Cones

MUSHROOMS and PINE CONES

fire of the night
built of nature's gifts,
as mother's tongue licks
At Our Feet.

dancing reflections of
sun's brillant light,
Tiptoe, Tiptoe ever closer.

And

pinecones will pop
as you are danced on tonight,
Glow, Higher, Higher.

mushrooms wetted then
the glow disappears,
And the Pop of the pine
is No More.
    
But

tomorrow the clouds
will open the door and the
Sparkle Will Sparkle Once More.-daw