Submissions by pmills

I have a lemon tree with two lemons.
They live at the end of my hall.
They keep each other company,
and I’ve named them Margaret and Paul.

We have become a peculiar family,
and that is plain to see.
I would never squeeze them,
but they get nervous when I make tea.

I wish they would have a brother or sister.
and I guess all good things come in time.
Maybe we could consider adoption
perhaps a grapefruit or lime.

Some people would say this is silly,
but one thing's certain to me,
Family is found in strange...

The autumn air smells of smoke,
someone is heating with wood.
The dog is giddy with excitement,
and puts his nose on everything.

Along a worn fence row,
underneath a Black Walnut,
we collect some fallen shells
to crack together later.

In his frayed, red-plaid jacket,
Grandfather casts a smile.
The field is long and narrow,
we walk across together.

I am thin and small and slow,
I stumble often on uneven ground.
But you are patient and kind,
You wait for me, saying nothing.

The corn has been cut,
some lay...