Strange Fruit

At the edge of the meadow there sits a single immense tree. In early spring, as I walk the land, I notice for the first time the strange fruit in the boughs of the tree. The fruit is large and rough-hewn, and the ancient tree is heavy with these kernels.
The fruit rarely falls during the autumn harvest, though occasionally, after a particularly blustery night, you might find the remains of the fruit after it has crashed to earth.
Spring brings leaves to the old tree and a kaah-ing chaos each dusk and dawn as the rookery comes to life.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s