An acorn squash surrounded by acorns from the oak tree in our yard on a red cloth.
Behold the mighty acorn, large and small.
of acorn and word
as the oak is always the acorn,
so the poem is always the word,
no matter, how decimated the tree,
no matter, how faded the word.
- author unknown
Original oil on 6x8 birch panel.
- Subject Matter: Still Life
- Collections: Still Life