The Old Mesquites Ain't Out
We see signs of returning spring-
The redbird's back and fie' larks sing.
The ground's plowed up and the creeks run clear,
The onions sprout and the rose buds near;
And yet they's a point worth thinkin' about-
We note
that the old
mesquites
ain't out!
The fancier trees are in full bloom,
The grass is green and the willows boom,
The colt's kick up and the calves bend down,
And the spring's a-pear-ently come to town;
And yet they's a point worth thinkin' about-
We note
that the old
mesquites
ain't out!
Well it may be spring for all we know-
There ain't no ice and there ain't no snow,
It looks like spring and it smells so too,
The cal-en-dar says it's plenty true-
And yet they's a point worth thinkin' about-
We note
that the old
mesquites
ain't out!
Frank Grimes 1928
The Mesquite In Spring
The mesquite in spring
robed in a fine feathery lime green
hung lightly on ink black barky branches.
Whispers softly in the wind
the announcement that
Spring may now begin.
Bright green leaves
flower yellow fuzzy fluffs.
Pollen floats free in teeny, tiny puffs.
Summer sun beats down
roots burrow further underground.
Seeking water from any source
twisting, winding changing course.
Shadows grow long as Fall begins
leaves turn gold, then crisp descend.
Winter winds blow
through thorns and bare bark branches.
Dried beans
brown leaves
remnants of the fall and spring
crunching under foot.
Rough black bark skeletons
solemnly awaiting the day
in March, April or May
when buds begin bursting
in sweet songs of spring.
C.W.Quallenberg
