“My Pepper Tree,” New Era, May 1989, 51
She has stood in the yard forever
Like an old woman
All gnarled and bent with age,
Yet rooted firmly in the earth.
Except when she beckons to me
With those frail fingers
To come and sit among her branches,
Letting her familiar arms embrace me,
Listening to the wind rustle through
Her long and flowing hair.
So two women spend the afternoon together.
Both at peace with the world.