Late Algarvian Summer
Leaves on the almond tree are golden/brown,
its fruit is ready to be picked, soon leaves
will wizen and fall off, expose puny braches.
Carob and olive trees green; habitually make
hurtful remarks, in the grove happy murmur
ceases and a melancholy silence settles.
In winters, when the almond tree flowers, it
strews pink flowers about, gladly shares its
beauty with us; forgotten are unkind remarks.
The carob and the olive tree suddenly aware
of their nobly trunks are silent for once, but
in the grove, the happy murmur has resumed.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
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