The Illuminating Spark: Shedding of Acorns

A poem about the local oak.

(Image description: A close-up photo of oak leaves and an acorn being hit by sunlight.) Credit: Photo by Kate Kasiutich on Unsplash

Naturally late,

your emerald canopy

still catches glints of the sun.

With your shedding of acorns,

you sow hope for the future

as they seek out holy water.

No rush, no fretting

as your roots collect water

and your leaves wait.

Wait for the right time,

to flourish, to blossom in

tones of scarlet, gold, titian.

Then the fall,

languidly slow

or gone in a gusting whirl.

While other trees are bare

or evergreen, you wait to offer

the last bits of color in the cold.

Doing as able,

you stand strong and

watch the passing of the seasons.