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I love you in the grace of springtime
when your leaves unfurl,
lacing sunlight to your branches.
I love you in the blazing summer noons
when you spread a canopy of cool
where I lounge, half dozing.
But in the throes of autumn, you
toss walnuts with abandon. They
bang on the roof,
splotch black on the walk, and
hide in the grass to kill the mower.
Then I dream of tree-icide.
© by CJ Muchhala.
Used with the author's permission.
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CJ Muchhala lives in Shorewood,Wisconsin near Lake Michigan, but maintains a getaway on the Wisconsin River. Her poetry, fiction, and children's stories have been published in a variety of online and print journals, anthologies, and art/poetry exhibits. When she's not writing, CJ says she enjoys gardening "using the 'benign neglect theory," and baking bread "following the 5-minute method."
 
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carlpalmer:
I agree with Wilma this morning, CJ,
Posted 10/21/2022 02:50 PM
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Lori Levy:
Like the humor in this poem.
Posted 10/20/2022 08:05 PM
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paradea:
Yep!!!
Posted 10/20/2022 10:00 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this poem for its charm, wisdom and wit.The walnut tree is like a metaphor for a mate. We love them when they benefit us, but when they annoy us we want them gone. LOL
Posted 10/20/2022 09:40 AM
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cork:
Oh, but the fudge!
Posted 10/20/2022 09:10 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Just rake up those black walnuts and bring them to me! You gave me a little laugh this mroning.
Posted 10/20/2022 08:16 AM
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Larry Schug:
The practices of nature do not always coincide with the human-centric idea of how we should not be inconvenienced by them. Obviously, I found this poem thought provoking.
Posted 10/20/2022 07:38 AM
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