The time is full.
The pecans are ripe,
Opening like fingers
Full of promises kept.
They fall
From rattled branch,
Into my thankful, cupped,
Receiving hands.
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WHICH DO YOU LIKE BETTER, THE ABOVE VERSION
OR THIS ONE? :
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The time is full.
Pecans once more are ripe,
Opening like fingers
Full of promises kept.
Gracefully given,
Gladly released.
The work of care-skilled hands,
They fall from rattled branch,
Into my thankful, cupped,
Receiving hands.
Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 
Oct 24, 2011 @ 12:05:20
Perfect! I can’t even imagine how amazing pecan pie (my favorite!) is when it’s made with fresh-from-the-tree pecans. Mmmmm… May God continue to pour his abundant blessings into your “thankful, cupped, receiving hands,” Len.
Oct 24, 2011 @ 13:29:31
Thanks, “Sis”! I rearranged the word ‘cupped’ to better please you Real poets, hehe. Yes, fresh is hard to beat!
Blessings right back to you!
L<