Plum (Monday Poem)

 by Tony Mirron

Don't be so glum,

plum.

Don't feel beaten.

You were made

to be eaten.

But don't you know

that deep within,

beneath your juicy flesh

and flimsy skin,

you bear a mystery,

you hold a key,

you have the making of

a whole new tree.

from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018