Little tree, I do meet, perchance, strolling on a summer day
Your fruit plentiful, with youthful blush you flourish
But what of these limbs when winter bares and night winds blow
No color then, nor overflowing branches to shade this ground
Harvest complete, or so it seems
Stark against the snow covered earth, icy crystals now your charm
Proudly you endure another season still
Sun watches as air so sweet interacts, calling forth this life unseen
Then thawed and bathed, such a bounty of buds appear! An offering of hope
And reminder our days are numbered
Another day will test our strength
O Wisdom of the Vine, You do remind
As long as we remain connected, we still bear fruit
’till harvest!
—Poem originally posted August 23, 2018.
Fruitful Growth: “make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance, and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive.”
I love 2 Peter 1:1-5 when I begin to grow weary or lose hope in my efforts to keep growing and being productive and effective in my work and life. Onward! Yes!
I’ve often thought about the apple tree in our backyard. It’s lush and overgrown with fruit right now and the deer and bunnies are drawn to it, taking turns nibbling and noshing. I just asked the hubby to check on some wonky-looking branches because I’m ever fearful the tree might pick up a disease, unable to bear fruit. It’s such a focal point for wildlife, I’d be a wreck if anything happened to make it less healthy. These verses in your poem speak to me. So lyrical and lovely! Thank you so much for sharing! 💕
“Sun watches as air so sweet interacts, calling forth, once again, life unseen”
“O Wisdom of the Vine, You do remind”
“As long as we remain connected, we still bear fruit”
I grew up playing in an apple orchard, climbing those trees. My mom was great at making apple pies. Me? Not so much. Until after she was gone. I couldn’t bear to see the apples at our old cabin laying on the ground. I made a beauty. (But I bought the crust.) I love the story about the farmer who had an apple tree that wasn’t producing. He pounded three big rusty old nails into it one fall. A neighbor who watched him asked why. The farmer told him sometimes it needed a reminder, a little shaking up, to get back to work. I have had my nails for sure…Haven’t we all?! Well, that next spring, bushels of apples! ❤️ Here’s to our bushels! 😄
Oh….I love the story about the farmer…a reminder to ‘shake things up’. So good! And now…I have a hankering for pie! xo to you! 🥰
Me too!
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a la mode
Love it! 🤣
Faith, goodness, knowledge, self-control, perseverance, godliness, brotherly kindness, love. Fruits of the spirit. Thanks for your poem.
Thanks for reading, Larry. My dad would always say before I headed into a meeting or had to make a tough call, “Don’t forget to take the fruits!” ❤️
Wonderful poem! Also a question: can you eat these types of apples? I’ve seen a lot on my walks recently and will definitely gather some up if so!
No, I’m not sure, but they might be called crab apples. Don’ t eat them. Leave them for the birds and squirrels. I’m not even sure if they eat them… Thank you for your encouragement. It’s so nice to connect!