Seeds

California Koan

 

I lay on that rock

 

feeling the sun on my face

 

as the ponderosa climbed in perspective 

 

I listened to the wind run

 

through its branches

 

a stirring of chance

 

a cone fell to the ground

 

in that moment

 

a beginning

Reviews

[Quinn Blackburn]

Gorgeous! This piece brought back the memory of the overwhelming scent of ponderosas in the California sun... the blazing summer sky seen through those gently sighing boughs... wonderful wordcrafting, feels like a moment ripe with potential. well done, Robin!

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with simple description and a beautiful ending of a new beginning. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love the sound the wind makes walking among the trees

[just rose.]

watching the signs ...

[.]

well my..I was a little taken with this..the ending stopped me in my thought tracks and thinking of this gem took over..hmmmm what a beginning? what an ending :)

[MuSe Ampoule]

Again, beautiful work here. I can almost feel the gentle breeze and the sun on my face.

[Doreen]

You bring back memories for me of sitting in a park in NY State being surrounded by nature and beauty. Thank you. :)

[Alicante lullaby]

lovely...the cone falls,seeded the ground gives birth to life.

[Brad]

it amazes me how nature speaks to you, bro

[Ravyne Hawke]

Beautiful! I love the renewal of life in the dropping of a cone.. excellent work!

[emmajoy]

Your words are what visible mystery is ..