HalcyonDays - Issue 21

Almond Tales
by Catherine A Coundjeris
Oh, Almond Tree!
The first one to bloom,
budding in the snow
sometimes in January.
A green, hairy fruit developing a month later,
Delectably sour on the tongue,
covered in leathery skin,
splitting open
to reveal the stone.
White flowers
a sign of resurrection,
bedecking the lampstands in the tabernacle
of ages ago.
A miracle on Aaron’s rod,
budding, burgeoning, and fruiting
all at once!
She wore blossoms in her dark hair
after the brain surgery to take out the blood clot,
rising from her bed to live again.
Expanding hopes in her breast
for her children and her children’s children.
Waiting,
hoping
for something more.
On and on the cycle goes.
So says the Almond Tales:
It might seem like things are at an end
But then the spring still comes again
And you realize there is little to fear.
Aleksandr Derzhavin—stock.adobe.com
neirfy—stock.adobe.com
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