early morning

This appeals to me, both as a challenge, and as a piece of writing.

 I would be tempted to cut the first stanza - I found it superfluous to the imagery and changes in mood the poem captures. If you cut it you could easily retain the word acorns, the first lines becoming something like

Squirrels rustle acorns
From wind-curbed leaves

The sense of early morning is (to me at least) implied by the bowl of hot cereal mentioned later.

Just a thought. I'm probably missing the mark. If so ignore me