The Chinese Pistachia
The Chinese Pistachia
You came to us
a fragile seedling child
with so many names
that did not fit
your grace and lithefulness
each season of your growth
and vibrant orange change
I feared you’d not survive
the harshness of our home
its frost and stoney ground
but here you stand today
outside my dining room
where I can watch
the play of sun and cloud
upon your arching stems
you flex against our storms
your delicate attire
belies a stubbornness
one ruby fruit that fell to earth
and now I know your name.
Copyright © Michele Fermanis-Winward | Year Posted 2024
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