The piety tree is legendary
for its beauty,
unfortunately cultivated primarily for the same –
the fruits of piety are both tart and sweet,
but so few seem to taste them,
preferring instead piety’s showy petals
and bright green leaves.
Piety is found
in almost every part of the country,
its flowers prized for elegance
and likened to the suffering
of Christ – but
who among the many
who adore piety in springtime
find themselves still pious
in the fall?
*This post was in response to the day's prompt from napowrimo.net, which was to write a "replacement poem" - replacing a tangible noun with an intangible one. I chose to replace "dogwood" with "piety."
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