Oak Leaf and Acorn Novembers

From the Big Lake Poems Anthology

Marilisa Kinney Sachteleben
november leaf funerals
grampa in flannel coat and ear-flap hat
me in pom-pom hat
big rake and little rake

26 trees in grampa's yard
oak with crunchy-crispy fall-brown leaves
and thousands of acorns
kept us and squirrels hard at work

grampa boasting with neighbor
of how many bags each had raked
gathered for the sacrificial autumn harvest
funeral pyre

cracked cement altar
leaves ceremoniously piled high
consumed in fire under watchful eye
of grampa 'gainst a shifting wind

acorns were not burned
acorns explode and send out soul sparks
their little selves were spared
but only for autumn-greedy squirrels

close my eyes
i can smell
oak leaf incense from ritual fall burnings
sharp, sweet fire-fall fragrance

hanging heavy under leaden November clouds
summer oak bounty
smouldering in piles of crimson and ash
tolling the Indian Summer death knell

Published by Marilisa Kinney Sachteleben

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  • Lucky M Diaz 10/27/2010

    Awesome! I'm glad that I read this.

  • Joshua Huffman 11/6/2009

    good poem

  • Karen Chaffee 11/5/2009

    I love nature, and this poem expresses so well why. :)

  • GagaM 11/4/2009

    The blessing of good memories. I remember the apples wrapped in wet leaves smoldering in the embers. Yumm! You are blessed with the ability to paint sharp, clear pictures from memories. Thank you, Mar.

  • Roz Zurko 11/4/2009

    Nice, I like this very much.

  • Mary Martin 11/4/2009

    Nice thoughts/memories.

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