Nuts--By Lynn White--Wales

Nuts

Last night I dreamt

a squirrel's dream.

It must have been a squirrel’s.

Possibly red, possibly grey,

but definitely a squirrel’s.

There were so many nuts.

They were falling from the sky

like heavy rain.

I had to put up my blue umbrella

to protect me from the showers.

And on the ground,

ankle deep acorns

and hazels

were overtopping my blue boots.

But I saw no squirrels,

only their dreams

of nutty profusion.                        

(First published in Indiana Voice Journal)

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Many poems have been widely published in anthologies, as well in online and print publications.