1 December 2013

(This one is was inspired by Lyla Willingham Lindquist’s poem “The Landscape” at Every Day Poems)




Our trees,

we think of them growing (or not),  bearing fruit (or not)

but they are alive, right? So they must behave (or not).


Perhaps my pecan tree is rebellious

or disobedient

Maybe it’s been hanging with the wrong crowd—that upstart live oak.

When it withholds its pecans every other year, is it punishing me? Or is that just how pecan trees are these days?


It could be I’m letting it down.

I never did fertilize, never got around to it.

All the other trees in the neighborhood have mulch. Come to think of it, I can’t say why I never bought any.

And I’ve been meaning to start a compost pile for forever.

The tree must’ve seen my pathetic attempt at a startup, turned its leaves away from me, buried its fruit deep.


  1. Love this, Megan. 🙂

  2. Amazing. You are just amazing. I’d like to give that ole tree a talkin’ to, that’s for dang sure.

  3. Trees…so unpredictable. We planted two scrawny apple trees in our back yard–just twigs, really–and yet they bore fruit the first year. Three small but tasty apples. The next year, nothing. And the magnolia tree out front has some kind of fungus, and I spray it with different stuff, but the fungus remains and destroys the leaves.

    Trees very sensitive. Much more than I ever realized.

  4. Trees *are* very sensitive. Oops. Editorial slip.

  5. have you ever seen a tree sneeze?