Psonnets of Romance
And Timely Figs We Found There

What good are sparrows' nests and lovers' shade
when fruit cannot be found among these leaves,
when this tree does not give what it receives?
But will I cut it down? I take the spade
and dig around it, dung it, and persuade
the Master that its fruitlessness less grieves
the sparrows and the lovers it relieves,
refreshed with rest beneath it, unafraid.
A dry and barren fig tree's faded leaf
is pressed between the pages of our book,
but will we find one like it as a grief
among the Master's orchard? Let us look.
We found there shade, and solace, and relief,
and timely figs we found there, which we took.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org