Almond Poem by Onuora ilodibe

Freshest in mid-summer
The season our crop blossom in barren desert
woke up one morning and everywhere is fruity
with the fruits we made juice to spice the season
in the evening we walk the the orchard to gather
seeds we store for days without
such days we anticipate things might fallout
and everybody walk apart
memories to hold on when the time comes
where we started from picking almond in the field
to making the most memorable summer of our lives