Comfort In Cupule

Branches of an oak tree bend and mourn the fall of its last acorn, itself left wanting the warmth of chestnut leaves. Comfort in cupule. Winter searches for mittens lost, misplaced during last year’s snow below an eagle hunting for feathers - naked now, showered in goosebumps. Chicken. Ivy crawls blindly looking for brick walls to climb, as a rainstorm cranes its droplet heads upward, hoping to find a cloud to call father. Eventually, that same fallen acorn sprouts limbs which welcome ivy along its bark and sips at rain, quenching the thirst of roots; the acorn, stronger now, nestles an eagle’s eyrie with plume for blanket, whilst warming winter with a springtime canopy, gloved. (April 2020)