The other day, my husband and I were out for a walk enjoying the gorgeous fall colors. When my husband suggested we look for acorns, a faint memory popped into my mind.
I was four or five years old. My mother had taken us either to the woods or maybe it was a park to look for acorns. I don't know if we walked on pine needles or if everything in my poem actually happened. I do remember taking home leaves, acorns, and pinecones. Autumn has always been my favorite season, and I'm grateful for this memory.
A big thank you to Bridget at wee words for wee ones for hosting this week's Poetry Friday.
Love this memory of fall, Linda, and the acorns still wearing their caps. I discovered a few years ago that some people used to eat acorns, boil them and grind them. We tried that and never figured out how to make it work. They were quite awful!
ReplyDeleteI've heard they taste bitter. I think I'll stick to collecting them and let the deer and squirrels enjoy eating them. : )
DeleteBecause of reading MY SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN many, many times, I know that to take the bitterness out of acorns you have to soak them a long time in water.
DeleteI love how your poem captures autumn perfectly, Linda. And then you take it one step further and pop it in a pocket. *swoon*
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Bridget!
ReplyDeleteI never tire of reading poems about autumn, Linda. This is wonderful, memory captured with such delight. Love the "pockets full of autumn". (I'm watching our leaf fall out my window, time to start the raking, leaf by leaf!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you, Linda. I love reading poems about autumn.
DeleteOh, this is lovely. The pine cones sticky with sap and the pockets full of autumn...sigh.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laura!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful! The look, the feel, the scent of autumn is all there.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda!
Delete"pockets full/ of autumn" - such a happy image! Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Patricia!
DeleteI love the acorns wearing their caps. I have found a lot of acorn caps (sans acorn) lately. Last year I took an acorn hike sketch class and it was so lovely!
ReplyDeleteWe have been finding a lot of acorn caps and partly eaten acorns. We have lots of squirrels around here! : )
DeletePower often rests in these childhood memories Linda asnd you have captured such a moment. Love the closing line. It ties those memories together neatly.
ReplyDeleteHow fun that you captured this memory in a poem!
ReplyDeleteThe appeal of these collectible autumn treasures never wanes, does it? *sigh of pleasure*
ReplyDelete"pockets full of autumn" - what a beautiful ending. Your poem sings with sensory images - you even got in taste which is often hard to do.
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