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 ©
Prompts:
Balance
Tree
Dirty
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