Maggie Munro


The Ripening - Poem by Maggie Munro

I picture you,
opening the door,
walking up the orchard rows,
in the caramel of evening light.
A giant's shadow peers at you
from in between the trees,
trudging silently with you
as you lift the sun-warm fruit,
cup in one work-seasoned hand
an apple, rich and scarlet ripe.

I picture you,
opening your door,
treading the dew drenched grass,
the raucous song of wattle birds
spritzing the crisp dawn air.
Your hands busied at the basket
gently placing, one by one,
harvest fixed by darkness chill,
all glossy, sweet and unblemished.

I picture you,
opening my door,
singing to the hallway ceilings,
eyes creased deep in blissful smile,
tide of sunshine flooding in with you,
the giant heralding you in silence
as you tenderly bestow
your joyous gift for all seasons,
proud and precious gems of autumn.


Comments about The Ripening by Maggie Munro

  • Rookie Owain Glyn (12/1/2012 11:55:00 AM)

    Evocative, expressive and very well put together. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 209 Points Terry O'leary (11/26/2012 4:47:00 PM)

    This is a very nice poem, Maggie. Bucolic bliss in a couple dozen lines! Wonderful... Terry (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,499 Points Lyn Paul (11/20/2012 6:40:00 PM)

    What a beautiful picture Maggie. YOUR busied hands do a splendid job writing (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Waseem A Malla (11/19/2012 4:49:00 AM)

    this poem is a nice read.. It brings to my mind memories of few abstract things, unexplainable, dreamy thing... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, November 19, 2012


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