Here is a poem I've been working on, feel free to comment:
Little Brown Token
This one triangular kernel is from the spiny husk of an American Beech,
a good year has clattered down.
Fall's promise of rebirth
is written in abundance
on the forest floor,
and I hold the seasons
together with this nut-seed notion
clasping winter's cloak around me
In my old age as in autumn's maturity
I can have hope for rebirth, either to live
long enough to plant another garden or
to die and be the soil nurturing new life.
In my hand a nut-seed
So it goes in the garden
same as in the wilderness
the seed represents the beginning
it's the first thing you think of in spring.
Something to hold on to
through winter's cake of doubt
The nut-seed that is ours, yes ours,
to eat or to plant, to love and admire
the people of earth need this food and are
happy to share with fellow creatures.