It’s a sappy sweet affair

When trees are standing tall,

And pollen blows on the wind

Through the air from the male to the female.

In the leaves that rustle, a whisper

Asks her, “Do you want it here? 

Or there?” 

And the Pecan Tree whispers back,

“Everywhere! I really don’t care.

I just want you as deliriously happy as I am.”

Because at the first tingling pollen,

That touched one place and then another,

A swarmy dither overtook her.

She’s not worried if he’s the Protandrous or Protogynous type,

Just that whatever he has shed

Is starting to effect her xylem.

Will she mate for life, or just a decade

Or a day?

Will she wait while life goes passing by?

Will she take it on the chin,

And make a million pecans by then,

While she enjoys the scintillating pollen 

Every time it blows through her blue sky?

She is a Pecan Tree, and a beauty, too,

So she will do whatever she wants to,

And some years will be lean,

But her green is new every spring,

And her roots are deep, and her dreams

Continue to flow through her sapwood

And all the way out through her crown.

And I am taking my cue from her,

For staying power and longevity,

For love and beauty and sex

And making seeds of everlasting life.

Here’s to shining in the sun and having fun

And enjoying my beloved ones, every day,

One day at a time.

-jenn