Northernmost Palm Tree
Front line troop of tropical expansion
Sweet Southern dreams floating into dormant Northern hibernation
Bolstered by hopes of rope and soil technology
An out of place missionary preaching tales of soft Gulf Stream breezes and salty sways of Tradewind kisses
How did you get so far North?
Set as a monument to our Post-Modern nomadic job wandering
A dropped waypoint reminder of happier times and sunnier climes
I want to wrap you in a blanket
And sing away frozen harshness and the salty road’s biting breath
I’d wipe away icicles and snow from your proud green fans of palm ancestry
You watch as your left and right neighbors fade into modest foliage drops and red leaf uselessness
You may not belong here, but your beauty transcends latitudinal confines
And on a cold December morning
Your sacrifice and deep-rooted disregard for your own struggles
Gives me hope
That Winter won’t last forever
And Summer will be here soon
You stand as proof that people and things are here for a reason
and they can evolve past their origin to fit any season