Frostbite

We awake on tender day

late in May

to find the frost

has bitten the crops

lies still upon the ground deep

Mother Nature's will

taking vengence

upon the vegetation round the farm-

apple trees droop under its weight

shriveled fruit that never can again

grow to ripen in the sunshine bright

upon the stages of the orchard once green

but now a barren sepia toned scene

speaks in volumes against those that

believe in this harsh greenhouse effect

in that now that the frost has once again

come to lay around the land

so late this Spring season

stunting the growth in the end

a bane to the farmer's hand-

yet later in the day the sun will rise

unfreeze the soil, perhaps allowing

the fruit to finally bear a chance once more

to live, prosper, growing fresh leaves

trying once again to conquer against

mighty nighttime's bite

that settled across our land

in the pale moonlight

unexpectedly.

 

 

Reviews

[radian7]

It just hailed here today and our little fruit trees have tender flowers and leaves. Your poem touches me in that we experience nature's turns closely. Love the sound of your orchard, I felt like I was there and could see the snow on the baby apples and know that feeling of disappointment that the Spring promise of fruit this season is frozen. Only hope for next year. Lovely use of words, imagery, and the farmer's intimate relationship to the land and nature.

[Wildfleour]

Just lovely. Frost would be thrilled with Frostbite! (smile)