Acorns Poems - Poems about Acorns

...Cold morning mists drifting across the ground Where in the dark damp soil fungi abound And taint the air with musty fungal smell That signals soon will come the winter’s hell. Much plant life is......Read More

...A cold mist drifts across the ground, Bringing a musty smell From damp mulch where decay is found And few plants scarce can dwell. Now through bold boughs autumn winds blow ......Read More

...acorns and leaves make up his mind too as foliage entwines ours like bridges, like walkways, camouflaged in an every-day of solitude; these berries may not last; his thought runs deeper ......Read More

...Leaves glitter quietly, serene and slumbering, Beneath the frost’s quick breath. Amber, gold and mahogany – crisp as the voice of winter Shadowed by trembling winds of December, Hopeful and happy......Read More

...Once there was a dream, of green spring meadows Bouncing rabbits munching on dandelions yellow Through the tall grass, a civilization scurries All looking in delight, for their next meal in a hurr......Read More

...like Labrador retriever squirrel wags his bushy tail forth and back and forth happy go lucky* amidst Autumnal storm of acorns *cheerfully unconcerned about the fut......Read More

...I love to tease and tear around your yard, while happily chattering and chirping away. I enjoy searching for acorns and other nuts, and stuffing my cheeks full while I run and play. I sometimes......Read More

...Autumn aromas. Apple crisp, pumpkin spice, cinnamon cider, Watch out, a spider! Crisp air and cozy coming. Chestnuts roasting, marshmallow toasting, turkey roasting, host boasting. ......Read More

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...proper pummeling - acorns strike in a mast year as chipmunks go nuts......Read More

..."Brief interlude of awe, as squirrels climb up trees and jump from branch to branch, to a fence ledge or phone line. To its home, either underground or an old decaying tree or abandoned woodpecker ho......Read More

...I feel just like that old grey squirrel, whose belly is empty as can be. He keeps on searching for those acorns, but he has climbed up a maple tree. He worked hard and long the whole darn yea......Read More

...I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather, To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather. Often I had to issue advisories and wa......Read More

...Echoed in the embrace of autumn’s wind, Gentling whispers, sighing Breathing prayers who consume guarded Flames from yesterday’s shadows Considered by the trembling branches, Tugging against ......Read More

...You cannot hold Winter Children weep for acorns and their plummets of blackcurrants They have lost their Midas Touch Urban foraging is bygone pride......Read More