Andrew Foreman Poet Rhyme

The Oak In the Acorn

the acorn in the oak
bark bone fingers crusted brown
waving sinew, shedding sky
tap root summon’d deeply down

sighs like summer sound in rain
building up then down the shade
sunlight filters dappled beams
stormwinds wild up the glade

growth rings tell of time and fire
knots hold moments, seasons pass
thunderhead now roaring branches
whirlwind leaves in leaning grass

now black clouds spill heavy ink
first a smatter, soon much more
trunk soaked humid, lichen slick 
ozone bite, ionic pour

for a moment pause creation
flash the static, crash the drum
rock the heavens, cloak the sun
clouds bursting out electric thrum

flashing pulse and threading sap
plasma blaze down wooded stroke
crack the mighty, split the bole
greenfather fallen low and broke

spent the clouded day turns blue
as from a storm new days are born
and next to ragged roots and grounded trunk
the oak waits quiet in the acorn...

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