Purple and bright
the ornamental plum trees
release them to the sidewalk
unless a bird or squirrel
samples nature’s wares.
As I walk I am graced
above and below
with the offerings.
Not always pleased by
those little purple plums
on the sidewalk, squished
by the many passers by,
I can’t avoid contributing to
the purple nubbly carpet.
“I think of trees and how simply they let go.”
~ May Sarton,
novelist, poet and memoirist
(1912 ~ 1995)
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