The Exploding and Aborted Fruit

The fig tree has signaled to me
That she will not be bearing any edible fruit.
Period.
Not this year. Not next or anytime in the
future.

I stopped asking why a long time ago,
when nature indicated that sometimes
you just gotta accept things as they are without
asking too many questions.

The yield of this season has been thousands
upon thousands of miniature figlettes cast down
to the ground since May till now without one
big enough or ripe enough to call even fruit.
These are aborted attempts at fruiting.

The leaves too are crisped, alien-like and yellowed
On the sparce branches and in fallowed heaps.
Just another indication of the neglect over the years
of this property and atmosphere in general. Barren.

The pomegrantes too are not reaching their full bloom
exploding before their time in an act of suicide.
Tiny red and white immature seeds exposed through
the cracks like colorful Chinese lanterns hung and smashed.

And the olives, still standing over the ages and sages
but a closer look reveals that entire branches
are going silver and gray rendering the landscape
blotched with empty spaces where life just stopped.