Figs

looking through my kitchen window

I notice my fig bush has grown
several feet since last summer

I can no longer pull down the top limbs
to harvest the ripe, brown fruit

when contemplating my figs, I usually think of
Middle Eastern markets, hillsides, and biblical stories

but today, I think of my mother
and her two great fig bushes

she canned fig preserves
delicious on her homemade, buttered biscuits

even the butter was homemade
when we lived on the farm

but the fig bush I thought of today 
was the one behind her well house

on the barren place we bought
after selling the farm

when lightning struck and killed her fig bush
she never planted another

to my surprise, she said she was allergic to the bush
and would get figs from friends

now it comes to me
I know what she meant

I’ve learned to suit-up with long sleeves
and long pants when I pick figs

not only sensitive to the leaves but also
the scent it spreads around itself

still, I never fail to don my clothes and harvest
the bounty of the bush’s summer sweetness

standing in the yard, I eat my fill
straight from its limbs

thinking of
by-gone-times and far away hills

Fig 2 7-13-18

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About Sabra Bowers

Poet / Blogger / Writer
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10 Responses to Figs

  1. Mark Spruill says:

    Sabra,

    Having grown up in the deep South, I also think of figs as preserves on buttery home made biscuits. Big breakfasts on lazy Saturday mornings. And Mom.

    I think we better make some preserves this year. 🙂

    Thanks for the good words that brought up good memories.

    Mark

    • Sabra Bowers says:

      Do you know how? Unfortunately, I never learned, but I do long for a jar of that homemade goodness! Time to learn a new skill, maybe. So good to hear from you. Let me know if you make preserves. 🤓

  2. Ron. says:

    Delicious, SB!

  3. Love this on a few levels! Thank you so much for sharing it.

  4. Figs are some of my favorite fruit, Sabra. They are delicious, ripe from the tree or cooked as jam. The French native loves them with cheese:)

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