Sunday, February 18, 2007

Carpe Quacunque



There is simply nothing
so luscious looking as
tomatoes buzzing
in the sun, unless
it’s apples crackling
in the orchard of
a cranky old man, or
you, double-stemmed,
many-fruited, before
me on the stairs,
your ripeness all.

5 comments:

Minx said...

Simply beautiful.

Shameless said...

oh gosh, hopefully there is no end to your poems ... don't tell us they stop after page seven!

this was a celebration!

Debi said...

Beautiful

Cailleach said...

Very delicious. Yum.

John said...

Don't know what to say, except Thanks.