
Nuts Nuts Nuts
There’s a walnut tree
in a sunny corner of the garden.
Its sap is rising to wake
new spears of leaf-like green.
Squirrels chase up and down
the contours of winter,
and within their chatter, I hear
Nuts. Nuts. Nuts.
Written for Twiglets #312 “cracking walnuts” . AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #poetry @midjourney
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