Friday, 22 September 2017

Nuts

Last night I dreamt

a squirrel's dream.

It must have been a squirrel’s.

Possibly red, possibly grey,

but definitely a squirrel’s.

There were so many nuts.

They were falling from the sky

like heavy rain.

I had to put up my blue umbrella

to protect me from the showers.

And on the ground,

ankle deep acorns

and hazels

were overtopping my blue boots.

But I saw no squirrels,

only their dreams

of nutty profusion.


http://www.indianavoicejournal.com/2017/09/three-poems-by-lynn-white-autumn-rain.html?spref=fb

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