It’s Day 701 of the Daily Poems, it’s November, and our poet Lynn White has been dreaming a self-confessedly nutty dream …
Nutty
Days are shortening now it’s November
so I have longer time for dreaming
and 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.
Someone or something
gave me a blue umbrella
to protect me from the showers.
But on the ground,
ankle deep acorns
beech and hazels
were overtopping my boots.
I saw no squirrels,
only their dreams
of nutty profusion.
Lynn White