The Fig

Towering, sheltered in the corner of the house

the fig raises its flexible branches that hold

my feet so tenderly. 

Up I climb, for heaven beseeches me and the earth 

will fall away.

The ground, so far below, will have no more bearing.

Up I climb, where all is green around me.

Translucent light turning, energy giving life 

and meaning to each leafy viridian hue.

Large and encompassing, each orb comforts in

cohort with summer's breezes that move

to their own time, their own reason.

Lush and full in darkening blush, 

the ripened fruit peeks from behind the jadeite.

A mysterious wide winged bird has been quicker as his

naughty beak has pierced a singular hole,

wasting the rest. But could it be just the sharing? 

Some for me, some for seeds that will continue

ripening, luring gnats and small life to the leftovers

as it falls to the waiting ground?

All partake, sharing. Life itself transfers and continues.

Reviews

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ohhh! yummy!! i love the great imagery and definitely i'd have loved to join you for some figs. :D

[Botania]

Thank you Moon! I know!!!