Ripening Of The Plum Poem by Kathryn Mahan

Ripening Of The Plum



I feel like a plum,
Beginning to ripen.
Who will pluck me
From the thorny branches
And taste me first?

Wait.
Not a plum.
I am perhaps the tree herself,
Sending forth plum after plum.

In either case spring comes soon,
And I bear buds, ready to burst into blossom.

And where there are blossoms
There will soon be tasty fruit.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: branches
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