From Little Acorns

From Little Acorns  The Spanish mosshung in dreadlockson the old oakIt stood for centuriesin disguiseHearing what was spoke More than a treegrowing in the dirtStanding for generationsA place to meetInitials to carveLovers’ declarations Limbs spread wideoffering shadeto those needing restLeaves come and goa balance of the seasonsspace for many a nest Autumn’s abundant acornsscattered all aroundA squirrel’s delightRainyContinue reading “From Little Acorns”