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
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
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