Fig Tree Very Lovely Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Fig Tree very lovely

The fig tree in winters Is an eight armed skeleton
beyond help and no doctor nice will help this
because the tree is ugly and shudders when touched.
In the spring, the fig tree has none eloquent leaves never quite green and
never quite sepia. In the fall, it is the sweetest of all fought over by man and birds.
When its fruit has is picked it is an unloved tree again

I know of an honourable man they said he had erred
and he lost his wife, villa and swimming pool where his
beloved seals swam and at social gathering he was meanly
ignored and there were sniggers about seals.
His poverty was caused by bad investments that made him poor
and the poverty struck deserves no sympathy.
He felt like a fig tree in the depth of winter, when fall came he won his money back
and was loved by his friends again
but he kept the fruit of his labour by himself.