Tell Me, Oak Tree, What Do You Know?
I know
the smell of the coming snowstorm
blanketing my skeleton branches
I know
the hidey holes stashed with acorns
for squirrels’ late winter snack
I know
the chickadees sing chickadee-dee-dee
while juncos respond chip, chip, chip
I know
when the crocuses burst
through the soil announcing spring
the smell of the coming snowstorm
blanketing my skeleton branches
I know
the hidey holes stashed with acorns
for squirrels’ late winter snack
I know
the chickadees sing chickadee-dee-dee
while juncos respond chip, chip, chip
I know
when the crocuses burst
through the soil announcing spring
This poem is copyright (©) Jone Rush MacCulloch 2024
About the Writer
Jone Rush MacCulloch
Jone Rush MacCulloch is a retired teacher librarian pursuing photography, poetry and mixed media. She also guest teaches and brings poetry lessons to teach for every class. Her poems ‘Ollie’ and 'Zoom' appear in books by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong. Some children think she is a book fairy because she wears rainbow tinsel in her hair. You can find her on Twitter @JoneMac53 and on Instagram @jonerushmacculloch.
