Prunish

a poem – by me Prunish A dear friend brought me one hundred and eighty one plums. She counted them. Dark purple, dusky, Italian plums. Blue plums. Prunes. A huge responsibility, not wasting them – I remembered this happened to my mother – suddenly a lug of plums in her possession. She paid someone else…

Summer Plums

I have all kinds of fruit trees and plants in my yard. Pears, apples, a peach tree, grape vines, mulberry (if that is something you consider a fruit and not yard litter), some black raspberries, and one or two strawberries.  I even have a plum tree or two, but they never produce fruit and are…