Author: cathypauline PM
AnticipationRated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 120 - Published: 06-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3035208
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The graceful limbs of the peach
Yearn gently to the embrace of the Sun:
She clothes herself in cool green leaves
And their children bloom and brighten
Nestled in her emerald finery, warmed by his regard,
Soft in their newborn skin.
Each day I make my pilgrimage
To stand beneath her dancing form
And palp those golden swelling fruit.
How firm to the touch! How velvet!
Mouth waters in anticipation
Of that luscious burst of nectar.
I sigh that I must wait another day
And more, for the ripening
For these are yet still sharp in scent, unyielding:
And in the meantime, what?
Will some ungracious squirrel carry them away?
Will they fall to the heedless Earth, promise unfulfilled?