Tall Pine Dance (A riddle)
(c)2013 John Meisel, Pines Lake, NJ
Tall pines dance
Under clouds somersaulting
Clowning white over blue
Leaves, dry and brown, rise upwards
Clapping hands and drop again.
A rocky face grimaces, gritting
Its granite teeth
as it slowly assumes a blank expression.
The bright flame leaps, bellows a Lion’s laugh.
The matchstick smokes, breathing its last.
Broad and stretch, mirror the clouds
Running gaily with the waves.
Wooden arms embrace each other in a
Tall pine dance.
