The little tree that gave so generously
only last August
has put forth a fresh offering of fruit
pale yellow globes
that hang like Christmas ornaments
only less gaudy
and more beautiful
half hidden in the leaves
as if from modesty
more than a dozen
lime green when last I looked
now lemon yellow
ripe and asking to be picked
I trust the incandescent bulb I hung
will provide warmth
on these cold nights
the the longest of the year