This is my favorite of the three poems I wrote in Lake Tahoe. Often, the best times are the quiet times. Relish those times my dears. Enjoy the poem.
My pencil is getting dull
I’ve turned its available graphite into poems,
poems of place and observation
to celebrate the giant pinecones
I picked today
each one different
like Christmas trees
so perfect in their imperfectness
like me and this dull pencil.
A perfect dull day
just musing and indulging
in the sound of wind and squawking birds
in the thriving trees.