THIS IS A POEM I WROTE ABOUT ONE OF MY GREAT LOVES.
The peach tree has buds on it I noticed today,
all fuzzy and multicolored.
Her clothing brushed my hand as she passed by me
Yesterday; I felt a little fuzzy and warm……….
These buds sure have grown lately; they might
pop at any time.
She put her hand full on mine the other day;
I felt everything in me sing……….
There’s tiny fruit all over this tree; if it
doesn’t frost, I’ll have a bounty.
I bumped into her at lunch today and we sat
together — was that an accident?……….
This little fruit is still green, but I can
See it full and ripe in my mind.
I was all thumbs and stammers last night
when I saw her.
She was softer and lovelier than anything
I can describe……….
The green is gone from this fruit; a rich, ripe
Color is flushing through its skin.
As we danced last night the world stood still;
there was only me and her……….
Tonight, when she comes over, we’re going
to pick some peaches.
This poem is from my poetry book, I SEE ON Amazon.