Poem: ‘The Plum Tree’
A.E. Stallings, 10 October 2024
Tu ne quaesieris …
The plum tree’s dying branch by branch,A candelabra going dark.Leaves ticket down, no avalanche,A gangrene inches through the bark.
Fruit trees are short-lived. So we’d heard.For years we thought its time had come;Yet each spring bridal blossoms stirredAnd each year purpled into plum.
One summertime will be its last –I think it’s this one. You do...