The Fig Tree
Stands, a sentinel spreading shadows over two backyards full with fruit, dark purple globes empty promises exposed when broken open, their innnards rotten Even the birds do not feed, But scatter the green soft figs to the ground where they slip easily Back into the soil to reappear for next season's harvest. The ghoul tree trembles in the troubled winds of winter to bring an empty summer offering. ©Ilana Leeds Sign in to see full entry.