Sorta Kinda Haiku: fruit

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Smell of fresh apples,
revive me in this sea of
refrigeration!

Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.

Nectarine juice on
my sticky hands-- the smell of
fading Summer.

Sweet, seedy figs bridge
this hot Indian Summer with
cool, windy, cold Fall.

I long for figs--
sweet and seedy Summer fruit
praised by ancients.

Breezes blow warmly.
Through the open window-- the
smell of nectarines.

I hope that possums
and raccoons eat the ripe plums
that fall from your trees.