the old quince tree in our yard
that bore fruit each fall
branches twisting round
the ivy that climbed within
to reach it's pink crown
noble quince ageless
a nesting place for fair birds
that woke us each morn
how I'd love to hear
it's whispers in the dark night
of time long gone by
This is such a wonderful haiku tale Melanie
ReplyDeleteMuch thanks for your kind words. We had such a quince tree in our backyard and love it's seasons and it's many whispers.
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I'm guessing that if you listen closely in the secret places of your heart, you can still hear the quince's whispering.
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