Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Fair Dinkum Haiku 023: Pinecones.

Pinecones plummet to the ground.
Strike dense carpet of dead leaves.
Then skitter through underbrush.

(c) 2011 Windsmoke.

10 comments:

The Elephant's Child said...

Love it. Thankyou. Your haikus are always a joy.

Beach Bum said...

It really did not bother me once but there are few things as painful for me now as stepping on a pinecone at night.

Windsmoke. said...

G' Day THE ELEPHANTS CHILD, I'll keep 'em coming so you can have a joyful time every time you visit :-).
G' Day BEACH BUM, Ouch! i know exactly what you mean as i've stood on plenty of pinecones myself and sometimes you end up flat on your face :-).

Cloudia said...

i smell the piney goodness







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Dave King said...

Did it for me.

River said...

Nice one. I'm picturing carpets of pine needles studded with pinecones.

Snowbrush said...

Great poem, but it points out the fact that everything is different in Australia. Here, pine cones scream as they fall to the ground after being mutilated by squirrels. Maybe next time, you can do a poem about that.

Windsmoke. said...

G' Day CLOUDIA, You can smell the piney goodness really well after it rains :-).

G' Day DAVE KING, I'm glad you enjoyed it makes the effort worth while :-).

G; Day RIVER, That's good, my job is done :-).

G' Day SNOWBRUSH, Welcome to my humble blog and i hope hear from you in the future. I'll take up your suggestion and write a Haiku about screaming pinecones :-).

Life Ramblings said...

i love pine cones. they're great for decorating.

Windsmoke. said...

G' Day LIFE RAMBLINGS, What a fantastic idea :-).