Carob trees are dark green masculine
and the vines are happily verdant.
Olive trees, on the other hand,
have silver on its outer leaves,
resemble retired colonels
on their way to enjoy a liquid lunch.
Almond trees are nut brown now
and look as always, shy.
The soil around is rusty red
when not sheltered by sun bleached straws
that are slowly munched by vacant mules.
The farmer, in this field of beauty,
has a long pole in his hands
with which he knocks down summer’s abundance.
He sees the sky and smiles
while his wife is on her knees
picking up what’s falling down.