“What’s wrong with your little tree?”
Fair to ask. It stands, gnarled and gray.
Defiant to the birds’ chirping, sunlight’s coaxing.
“What’s wrong with your little tree?”
Other trees burst with new green leaves.
It ignores the spring rains’ requests to do the same.
“What’s wrong with your little tree?”
Summer’s hard drought, winter’s hard freeze.
I understand what the question implies.
“What’s wrong with your little tree?”
But I refuse to entertain thoughts of defeat.
With the tree, I bide my time and wait.
Trusting in its time, spring comes.
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..all good things come….in time….
Song of Solomon 2:11—”Lo the winter is past…the rains are over and gone” rock on little tree.!
Nice photos! As for late bloomers? They are the most gorgeous.
Love the photos and the sentiment!