Acorns

It’s been a good year! I hear their

 solid punch of earth from on high.

Or, a surprising bounce off macadam

Where they wait, anxiously, to be opened

By Acura tires in a flashy coup de grace.

Announcing themselves through foliage,

Dislodging the comfortable with minimum

Din. “They’re everywhere” she says to no one

In particular. Her garden’s in autumn retreat.

Another year is speeding through the trees,

Bringing down leaves.