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Fruit Trees

The fruit trees

Have put on their new attire

Traded in the bare naked look

From buds to shawls of fragile blooms

Now with sturdy green working clothes

These garments will take them through the heat of summer

Their job, with branches stretching far into the sky

Collect all the glorious light coming their way

Transform the energy to feed the world

Fruit their goal, their hope, their song

No fruit, no life ahead

These trees will bear fruit

The leaves will do their job

And begin the cycle again

After the fruit is picked

Ripe and juicy

The old tired leaves will give

Their last hurrah

Decked out in the best of their colors

Gold, reds, oranges and yellows

The grand goodbye after all their labors

Before they fall to the ground

In storms of rain and wind

Will we like leaves

Live our lives

Dressed for the occasions

Of each stage of our being?

What are our goals, our passions?

Will they feed the lives coming after us?

How will we weather our storms and troubles?

Will we leave in a glorious hurrah

Having done all we can

To leave a rich inheritance

Of a life fully lived and a heart full of love

To the next generations?

© 2020 Julie Clark

Categories: beauty, growth, Hope, Life, Love, Poetry, Seasons, Trees | Tags: , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

The Last of the Plum Tree Leaves

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The last of the plum-tree leaves

Are stubbornly hanging on

They have been through storms of rain

And shaking wind

As the darkness keeps growing

Encasing us on both sides of the day

Their fallen comrades have been raked

Piled and composted several times now

Storm drains cleared again and again

Keeping a lake from forming in the middle of our street

When will these last holdouts succumb

To the pull of gravity and their fate?

What still clings to me, dead and dying?

What still needs to go of my negative attitudes and unbelief?

Impatience and arrogance

O Wind shake them off!

What about doubt and despair?

Yes, please come and blow them away too!

Something in me wants to hibernate for a while

I am ready to

Let the outer bareness take over

And surrender

To an inner working

Where strength slowly gathers

Like sap in the inner core

Eventually after a long winter’s rest

To give way to new life and being

But not just yet

Let the rain, darkness and wind come!

Shake me once again

Until all has fallen that needs to fall

For this season I now embrace

© 2011 Julie Clark

Categories: Autumn Poems, Life, Poetry, Trees | Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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