Lessons from a Pine
by Michael Tusa
I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
How is it that they climb back up and go around again and again and again?
What lessons have they learned?
What does the pine teach the cone?
How not to fall?
Still this very morning I see them.
Littered in little fits of life across my lawn.
And still, I find myself in awe.
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lessons in infinity
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Lovely poem.
Sweet. Especially like "little fits of life."
A fine lyric and what Mathew said.
A fine lyric and what Mathew said.
A fine lyric and what Mathew said.
Lovely. Love the last galvanizing line.
"Littered in little fits of life across my lawn."
Nice!
"What lessons have they learned?
What does the pine teach the cone?"
I'm interested in the answers to these questions!
Beautiful.