by Sandy Benitez
Two purple-leafed plum trees
stand as sentries on opposite ends
of the earth-hued house.
Hummingbirds flit in and out
while crows fly loudly overhead.
There is a drought in this land
but not here, maybe next door
where the neighbors removed turf
and replaced it with beige gravel.
Or down the road where succulents
line the garden shelves.
The plum trees are always aubergine,
blooming and birthing fruit,
shading the wildlife who come
searching for sustenance and shelter.
2 comments:
Sandy, This is moody and lovely. I love "aubergine."
Thanks M.J., I was pleased to see your poem posted with mine. As you know, I enjoy reading your poems wherever they may appear.
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