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.
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2 comments:
But then you immortalize it with a poem--I like it!
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!
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