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.


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...


Cailleach said...

Very delicious. Yum.

John said...

Don't know what to say, except Thanks.