It's Still Life

The Return

We knocked down
the old wooden greenhouse.
Rot pressing through it.
Weather beaten, grey,
and the soil bare.
Behind it grew an apple tree,
though never yielding but a leaf,
and so it too was cut to ground.
Five years on, the apple tree
returned to growth, pigmy-small
and full of leaf.
We shall leave it well in peace,
suckers, roots,
and perhaps some fruit.

Inspired by Virgil’s “The Georgics”, BCE29. ©️ Misky 2019, for Miz Quickly: Georgic poem form.