Late Fruit
Sarah Myton
after Richard Thompson’s Late Fruit (Oil on Canvas, 1989, PCC Rock Creek art collection)
In the dark of winter
we hide away
In the comfort of our homes.
We see only the smallest
evidence of life and imagine
the whole world is at rest.
Not until your hard work
Is ripe for the picking
Do we notice what you’ve done.
While we rejoice,
Satisfying our hunger,
You carry on.
The evergreen laugh
At the deciduous
that never lost its leaves
The foliage below
Barely holding on,
Gives in to the cold
But still and steady
You carry on.
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Author Bio
Sarah Myton: I am a first-year student at PCC, working on discovering the career path that I want to pursue. This is my first time being published in a journal, but I have really enjoyed writing for a couple of years now. The poems written by me were created during the WR 242 poetry class taught by Dr. Embry. I hope to continue being creative in my future career and to be a light in the world.
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