I opened my front door
And saw a lemon tree
In all it’s glory
It breathes life
I fell in love
I will love this lemon tree
After the valiant blossoming
Is over
I will love this lemon tree
After the leaves have fallen
I will love this lemon tree
When it becomes frail
The moon is coming
In a little while
I will fall asleep
And
Wake up to my new lemon tree
Maybe
I’ll pick the first lemon
Maybe I won’t
Maybe
I’ll just sit
By the lemon tree
And talk
About the small things
That happened
In my day
© 2011
You know I love this poem Vicki! A perfect Juice Bar squeeze!!
Simple & full of meaning…bravo!
Thank goodness for Vicki and her lemon tree feast. May I use a few if I have to make lemonade?
xoxo
Roz
Simply lovely.
Vicki… love this….
Love it…over and over again.
xoxo