Loquat tree

She sat there in the dry rain

asking for this final bunch

to be picked

Rufus! I thought

he would love this last remnant 

of early summer

Before all that we

leave behind

I cried at the foot

of my eucalyptus tree

this morning

was a goodbye

She has held me through

many a season

of joy

and suffering

Now I go

to a new

nowhere

New people

troubles new

and yet

an open invitation 

to life

In such resplendent beauty

I dare not

say no