Landscape design
Landscape design
Fog returns to tint the city,
covers the houses in a gradient wash.
Grass greens turn to musty
sages, and sunny yellows drain, pale,
while the sky is white space
waiting for a caption.
Only the lemon tree is saturated, lifting its fruit
out toward my back door, cloaked in a blue filter
with branches wet-brown and swaying
toward the ground.
Lemons are ready to fall.
The city in its white veil
waits till the day it can pluck
the ripe fruit.
Fog returns to tint the city,
covers the houses in a gradient wash.
Grass greens turn to musty
sages, and sunny yellows drain, pale,
while the sky is white space
waiting for a caption.
Only the lemon tree is saturated, lifting its fruit
out toward my back door, cloaked in a blue filter
with branches wet-brown and swaying
toward the ground.
Lemons are ready to fall.
The city in its white veil
waits till the day it can pluck
the ripe fruit.