There was no time
for gratitude
or remembrance
how the bees
loved her in spring,
the blossoms
full of promise
how the Robins
sought refuge in her
abundant branches,
suffered storms
raised families
no time hold
the memory
of her sweet fruit,
consider
its ripeness
one last time
to thank her for
summer shade,
the filigree
of shadows,
the soft
unexpected breezes
nor even to
regard the lichen
and velvety moss
that gathered
in her neglect,
embraced her
unpruned limbs
One hopes
the axman
soothed her,
that the
Jays and Doves
were nearby
comfort
Poem ©2024, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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