Acorns I by Raymond Luczak

Acorns I

At Spruce and Oak Streets
they are sleeping.
Their knit caps have been pulled
smugly over their ears.
Their cheeks are a rose brown,
frozen numb under inches and
inches of calming snow.
But then they feel the
sudden pressure
of a boy’s snowmobile boots
across the layers above.
They awake, alarmed,
but remember that in spring
the garrulous soil will weaken,
adopt them as their own.
They dream of sprouting green,
taking a firmer stance
against the tiring seasons
--Raymond Luczak

This poem comes from the book This Way to the Acorns and is one of the sample poems posted on the author's site. I picked it because it talks about acorns wearing knit caps, which I must say is more that even I was hoping for when I started searching.

We went to visit Mike and Miriam and the boys this last weekend (which is why there were no posts for a few days). On Saturday afternoon, I found that I had used up all the yarn I brought for crocheting, and still had all of Sunday's conference to get through. Miriam and I went to JoAnn's and she picked out some yarn to make hats and scarves for the boys. I intended them to look like Peruvian knit hats, but since I didn't have a picture, and I tend to make things up as I go along while crocheting, they ended up looking more like acorn caps with ear flaps. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you. between the two of us, we got all three hats, and scarves finished before I had to leave, and you can see how cute they turned out. Of course, it doesn't hurt that the boys are so very cute to begin with...