The tiny jade plum
forms on the spring branch,
hungering for the sun's warmth.
Growing, the skin
accommodates the change,
turning delicious
shades of magenta--
amethyst jewels in the early morning sunlight.
Finally, the ripe plum falls,
joining the others
on the ground,
the seed within
fed by the rotting fruit.
2 comments:
good good poem!
Thanks!
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