Dear Pine Cone
Lines from Mary Oliver’s “It Was Early”:
“and in the pines
the cones were heavy
ordained to open.
Sometimes I need
only to stand
wherever I am
to be blessed.
Little mink, let me watch you.
Little mice, run and run.
Dear pine cone let me hold you
as you open.”
I wish to be held reverently as I open, to be a pine cone someone notices.
Maybe I can hold the world this way, write it letters–
Dear wildflower bloom . . .
Dear night sky,
Dear soft breeze that blows in the fall,
Dear red leaf so rare on a South Texas tree,
Dear fox behind the church I had the luck to spot,
Dear magical canopy of trees
Dear yellow butterfly who flits in my line of vision, then out again
a thousand letters to my thousand lovers