Acorns
The Acorn
A ping on picnic table,
a thump in humus,
a crack against granite outcrop,
a splash into fountains flow,
in autumn wind, leaves of oak
wave farewell to her children
who plummet down,
manna for inhabitants
of the forest below.
Squirrel scolds curious cat
for disturbing frenetic
gathering of bounty.
food for winter, freely
given, freely taken,
a pantry open to all.
I roam, unexpectedly,
the woods of childhood –
the place where
the great teacher dwells.
I beg for a sign of remembrance
to the devotee who loved so well.
On the path ahead lies a large acorn,
the sign of recognition,
passed secretly from healer
to healer in the Burning Times.
This tiny womb – a promise
and a gift for one who was
nurtured and is nurtured still.
Lainie Senechal
Announcement: Lainie hosts a poetry series at the Amesbury Public Library. The next event is Wednesday, October 26th at 6 PM. Alfred Nicol is the featured reader.
