Yesterday

Glorious! 

Ripe peach over the sink,

no napkin.

10/5/2020

October Fifth—

wild fire air, and

two mealy peaches.

Finally wrote something.

Cold June rain
& disappointing peaches...
Where are my wool socks?

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Bright white Summer sun,
pink-white blackberry flowers--
no fruit yet.

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Walking downhill,
assessing neighbors' yards,
smelling their roses.

Summer's last hurrah....

Summer's last hurrah--
songbirds, the smell of peaches,
and careless sunburns.