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Lemons On The Lemon Trees

Lemons like lanterns in the trees,
Tired green leaves, darkening sky.

Not the lemons money can buy:
Not icy yellow, smooth and pristine;
These are swollen-bellied, knobby,
Blotched cream, ochre, green,
Pores like magnified human skin.

Battle-hard veterans, rough outlaws;
Wild beasts that can't be corralled;
Survivors of frenzied African winds
Belting through, buckling their stems,
Blasting their skin with Saharan sand.

This evening as the coolness descends
They glow like lanterns in the trees.

 

This poem can be purchased as a limited edition print with the accompanying etching by Geoff MacEwan (see below). The print is part of the Natural Causes series of poems and illustrations.

For more information, go to Poems and Etchings - Natural Causes.

Lemons On The Lemon Tree etching

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