The Plum Tree--By Neil Creighton--Australia

The Plum Tree

For my grandchildren, Bella, Jett,

Eleanor, Max, Emmanuel and James

Look little ones,

The leaves have turned yellow,

The sky is pure blue,

The day mild and mellow.

Look little ones,

The trees have turned bare,

There’s frost in the morning

And cold everywhere.

Look little ones,

There’s buds on the trees,

Flowers are blossoming

And buzzing with bees.

Look little ones,

In this blossoming blooming

The cycle of life

Is forever renewing.

Neil Creighton lives with his wife, Diana, on a small property northwest of Sydney. He loves trees, bush walking and that moment when summer's heat seeps away and the world turns towards Autumn. He loves Labrador dogs. He loves the shimmer, glow and music of words. His poems have been published in anthologies and many journals. He blogs at "Wind of Flowers. Poems by Neil Creighton.”