Do you hear the wind in the pines?

%26quot;A lament%26quot;



The pines scarce know

how to hold the swelling wind.

The mourners drift away

each one alone with the others.



I asked the wind

what hand of light and darkness

strikes the regions of the air

and reaps and sows

the harvest of being.



It is simply

the way things fall

and are held:



On the tail of an echo

of a fading memory

your face descends

to the ages, frozen,

no more to wake

in the eternal morning,

the ticktock of change.Do you hear the wind in the pines?
i heard winds in a pine cone one time. i tried to make a musical instrument out of it, but it has little shart points and i kept stabbing my lips. my girl wouldn't kiss me for like a million years