An evening set in metered rhyme,
of pinecones, gainfully bracted
in the manner of spiralling time.

No perfect measure yields a woody cone
although conifer strobilus gilded ratio makes.
The standard mesh of numbers alone

symbolise a hope that a glorious God
assembled in a perfect factory line,
this defiant change to perfectly flawed.

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Davina E. Solomon

Davina E. Solomon

Poet, writer and educator who likes having spirited conversations in five languages, having made six countries her home on four continents. She loves gardening.