Walking down the street,
Listening to the birds filling the air with song.
An occasional bristle of the branches in the wind.
Suddenly, SNAP, CRACKLE, CRUNCH resounds in my ears.
Like someone walking across a bed of twigs,
Breaking them all under his weight.
Alas, no one else is around.
I am now standing motionless.
Yet the SNAP, CRACKLE, CRUNCH continues.
Bright blue sky above me,
The sun warming my cheeks.
Three pine trees loom before me,
As I realize they bear the source of this noise.
Announcing the arrival of spring,
The pinecones that have been so tightly closed,
Are popping open, ever so loudly.
Dropping their hidden seeds to the ground.
The pinecones, the pine tree are joining
The birds, the flowers and the sun in their chorus
“Welcome Spring!”
Musings of A Mysterious Mind 