Untimely Fig

Short, free verse..

There is a cluster of figs

One is a good size not far from getting ripe

But this time of year on a rocky hillside

Next to the creek soon frost could come

Ole' Jack Frost bringing that white

 

Devouring tender shoots and figs

Figs that are late out of season

So as to speak

But there is hope for that one fig

 

Maybe I will get to taste of its

Delicate fruit that is delicious

Wonderful to the hungery soul

I hope that I do, nothing like a mature fig

 

Author's Note

Just some thoughts...Sunflower

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

What a delicious write.. I can see the fig ripening and sense the joy, tasting its fruit.. And in this write of hope there is also just the feeling of maturity that can come all around us... if we can wait.. if the frost doesn't come. Beautiful.

[Robin]

brings back memories ~

[Desert Dreamer]

In my imagination, the fig tree is hoping to give one last gift to those that appreciate it...a gift for you I hope.

[just rose.]

I am always interested in late-blooming natural phenomena at the shift of seasons, there's a paradoxical hope and sadness in them, which you've summed up beautifully here.

[Ron]

Yes I see a metaphors in the fig that dares the frost or perhaps, chances the frost because of late maturity. A position we have all been in. First two stanzas are strong and fleshy. This the sort of poem I would like to see again. 4 verses seems fine. A good strong root as I see it. Good one Sunflower.