The Plumb Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Commercial Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
another weepy from me
He came and took , and came again and took again ; as he pleased . And if he came again I would try again to please him
Fool am I

Submitted: November 23, 2011

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Submitted: November 23, 2011



In my looking glass I see
The plumb tree that in my garden grows
Filled out with leaf and limb, with vibrant hope this Sumer
And in September ,  to my sadness
Yielded but one solitary plumb
Which I savedand sent  to you
In a bouquet ; a garland of my love .

No note of appreciation
From one I gave the down of my first breast.
My gift of  my fresh plumage I  gave to you
In that sweet Summer dream
When we lay  cocooned together 
Beneath the cliff

No word of love did you exchange
And now I see it barren and bare
Twigs without their plumage
Twisted in the winter mist

But I know that with the Spring
It will bloom again
But I fear the cover of her leaves
Will not shade me from the winds of March
And much less the Summer Sun
Nor the gales of nest  Winter

I see her twigs bare and warped against the frost
And there is my heart and  tender feeling
And all the love  you’ve stripped from me
My first plumage and the down from my wounded breast.
And I lie naked there  ; tangled in its  twisted boughs



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