I have acorns on the mind right now. Likely because they are everywhere, all over the ground, wherever I go – sidewalks, in the yard, crunching underfoot in parking lots. I like acorns. Always have.
Take a look at their little hats and notice the overlapping pattern that forms the cap. Such detail!
Here is a poem suggested by these acorns.
just bursting with satisfaction
at its fat prosperous appearance
Is it a fortuneteller
warning us of a harsh winter to come
Or is it the oak tree’s expression of gratitude
for a contented summer
good health enough rain
avoidance of lightning strikes
and the continued admiration of passers-by?