It is late September, White and Red Oak trees are releasing their acorns to the forest floor.  The time to gather is now before the

Winter  Nature’s wave has retreated into the earth, silenced by the snow and ice but still very much alive in it’s apparent slumber.  Leaves danced

A little — polished — treasure —Where Autumn — keeps its Gold —A daggered husk — delivers —What Winter — cannot hold — Would it