Fruit Bearing
Pretty, prunus, proud and sturdy
casting shade from summer sun.
Your rough barked trunk bears
gnarled and twisted branch.
So beautiful in blossom
when lambs gambol to your sweet scent.
Through autumns full of fruit to
gaunt and leafless winters.
Then you are dead and bare
Ghostly grey 'mid glorious green
When cut to logs
you warm with dancing flame.
Sweet scent of wood smoke
seeps into our soul.
A selected log is turned and tooled
to smoothest, polished sheen.
Fine, delicate and light to touch.
Fashioned in sweet scented, polished wood.
Living, natural beauty.
Full of fruit.