Easy To Indulge Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Moist and sweet,
Like a Macintosh can be in Spring!

An apple bitten dripping juice...
Savored as the brisk warm breeze blowing,
Upon the sight of blossoming flowers.

And the young budding leaves,
On an assortment of swaying trees!
Enchanting images imagined and seen.

Quickly I eat every morsel before I leave.
So much of this feeds my appetite.
And yet this is the beginning...
Of a new season delight I witness!

It will be here for me to enjoy even more.
Mother Nature teases to peak my interests...
Knowing I am easy to indulge Her every move.

She is delicious...
And She satisfies that need in me!