Sunday, April 6, 2008


This old pecan is the last to leaf
the other trees having beat it by days or weeks.
It will also hang on to those hard-won
leaves for months longer, giving shade
well into our autumn days.

A late bloomer that gives us a little more
in our time of need, the kind of service
we take for granted, but shouldn't.


Karen said...

But then you immortalize it with a poem--I like it!

Laura said...

Karen, thanks so much. I am scrounging for any little scrap today.

I promise if you ever need a reader, I will read your fiction with just as much kindness and enthusiasm as you have brought to these little poems!