From Little Acorns

From Little Acorns

The Spanish moss
hung in dreadlocks
on the old oak
It stood for centuries
in disguise
Hearing what was spoke
More than a tree
growing in the dirt
Standing for generations
A place to meet
Initials to carve
Lovers’ declarations
Limbs spread wide
offering shade
to those needing rest
Leaves come and go
a balance of the seasons
space for many a nest
Autumn’s abundant acorns
scattered all around
A squirrel’s delight
Rainy day mushrooms
sprouting at trunk’s base
Nighttime streaking moonlight
A swallow landing 
on a high up branch
delightfully does he sing
His mate joins him
shortly after
A harbinger of Spring
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©





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  22 comments for “From Little Acorns

  1. January 31, 2019 at 9:44 am

    i felt i walked through a garden with four seasons and was on a lazy susan that just spun me gently as your words guided me

    • Christine Bolton
      January 31, 2019 at 11:06 am

      Your comment is poetry all by itself Gina! You are the master of words 🙂💕 Thank you for your lovely image

  2. January 31, 2019 at 6:42 am

    Lovely tribute to the mighty oak! ❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      January 31, 2019 at 8:12 am

      Thank you Punam 💕🙂

      • January 31, 2019 at 8:03 pm

        My pleasure Christine. 💞

  3. January 31, 2019 at 12:41 am

    Very engaging write Christine, wonderful…

  4. January 30, 2019 at 3:46 pm

    This is such a happy, cuddly poem, Christine. Love it!

    • Christine Bolton
      January 30, 2019 at 7:29 pm

      Oh you’re so sweet 🙂💕 Thank you so much!

  5. January 30, 2019 at 2:09 pm

    I think every season has it’s own harbinger…

  6. January 30, 2019 at 1:36 pm

    LOVE your description and imagery here. Beautifully writ. With the deep freeze we are in….how I miss and want the harbingers of spring!

    • Christine Bolton
      January 30, 2019 at 5:14 pm

      Thank you so much Lillian 🙂❤️ I’m sure you do miss Spring

  7. January 30, 2019 at 11:22 am

    I like this journey – you took us through time, and also round the year, back to spring – or at least the promise of spring. The rhyme scheme gives it a classic feel.

    • Christine Bolton
      January 30, 2019 at 12:53 pm

      Thank you Sarah! I’m happy you liked it 🙂

  8. January 30, 2019 at 10:12 am

    Lovely description – and the harbinger we all wait for

  9. January 30, 2019 at 9:52 am

    Nice line: “space for many a nest”

    • Christine Bolton
      January 30, 2019 at 1:29 pm

      Thank you 😊

  10. January 30, 2019 at 7:26 am

    This made me think a little more about the value of all nature.

    • Christine Bolton
      January 30, 2019 at 7:58 am

      Oh good! Just like us, everything in nature has a purpose. Thanks for reading Michele. 💕🙂

  11. January 30, 2019 at 1:16 am

    Your poem has added a perspective on oak trees not considered before, and that is they have a maternal aspect to them. Always there, through the seasons, giving life, approachable, something/one you can count on. Those big wide, balanced arms and a solid trunk to hug. Thank you, Christine <3

    • Christine Bolton
      January 30, 2019 at 7:55 am

      Thanks Lisa. That is my take exactly. I’m so happy you can see that too. Have great day! 🙂💕

  12. January 29, 2019 at 10:32 pm

    Lovely… <3

    • Christine Bolton
      January 29, 2019 at 10:41 pm

      Thank you Bette 🙂💕

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