Photo Essay

My Acorn

Frost Field #4

My Acorn

Acorn, my Acorn

Womb, engulfing warmth, womb.

My ever increasing world.

Unidentified fraternity.

Oh Acorn,

Tiny and alone.

Humanity alive and glowing.

Devoted, embraced esteem.


Treasured depths.

My existence tenured.

Dearest Acorn, my fountain.

Oh, dear Acorn,

I am your father.

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