Untimely Fig

There is a cluster of figs One is good size not far from getting ripe But this time of year on this hillside Next to the creek soon frost could come Ole' Jack Frost bringing that white Devoring tender shoots and figs Figs that are late out of season So as to speak But there is hope for that one fig Maybe I will get to taste of its Delicate fruit that is delicious Wonderful to the hungry soul I hope that I do; nothing like a mature fig