Persimmons for My Mother

By Peggy Vincent

The persimmon tree, graceful and beautiful in every month, puts on its most spectacular show in late autumn of the year. About 20 feet tall, it stands on a sloping hillside in my neighbor’s backyard. The dark and glossy leaves passed through their yellow stage and now have fallen, leaving only the brilliant orange globes hanging heavy on barren branches like illuminated Christmas ornaments. Their sheer weight gives an impression of a weeping willow, boughs bent and heavy with the abundance of their offerings. Rich saffron-orange fruit against the spareness of almost-winter in California.…

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