Acorns

photo by zimpenfish

Little heads
Without their faces,
Wearing hats,
Going places.

If I don’t write often, I feel rusty. It can be hard to scrape the rust off. I need to read my favorite children’s poets, and I need to go out for a walk. I feel the rhythm of my footsteps, and I look for things to write about. I take my notebook with me and write down ideas and phrases. Yesterday, when I was out walking, I saw acorns all over the sidewalk. This is what they made me think of.

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(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

7 replies
  1. Mary Lee says:

    Last year we filled yardwaste can after yardwaste can full of acorns. This year is a non-production year for our oak…and I don’t miss them.

    Love your poem. I’m all about brevity.

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