Tender limes on spiny stems
Bravely push to journey’s end;
Seeking sun and studious growth,
Learning how to balance both
As factories of sugar sweet
Begin to pulse in hands and feet.
Opening hearth for nests of birds,
You scream Spring, but use no words.
This is a miniature ‘Bird’s Nest Spruce’. I somehow missed publishing this one this spring. Now, with autumn’s approach, here is a quick peek back to the beginning of the growing season!