“My Clementine Tree”

My

grows, preciously,

in sunlight, soothed

in sensual winds

that dusts its leaves,

and it stands fortified

near the painted cedar

walls of my place

wearily, my mind,

I fall asleep with quiet

cyclic chuckles—sun's heat

turns heavy, as wind's whisper

slithers in vain of serpentines

and intoxicates me

…slept forever and well,

but, heck,

It seems to never

fall onto temptation;

It is strong, and stays

awake pointing to the

thick blue sky—interminably

blushing in sunny beams

and moon's nightly haze

Better made, it seems

hundreds of years, it will

offer fruit and shade; as,

only once, I appear then

fade an ephemeral trifle

of aggravating humility

a recptive leaf broken—loosed

on an ambitious breeze

I may never taste its fruit

many will pass by it's being

and away—it will shuffle

through the seasons making

smiles on the faces of passers

who will eat at its feet

… but, not, me …

Written By Darkest Angel

r.w. April 12, 2017