Peaches Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Of all fruits in God's garden
I like the peaches best
Ripe, green or slightly hardened
Their taste is angel blessed

Their golden, dewy cover
So velvety to touch
Like garment of a lover
I'm hungering to touch

With cares of day descending
I know my rescue lies
Caressing and depending
On joy in peach disguise

Of all fruits in God's garden
I like the peaches best
Ripe, green or slightly hardened
Their taste is angel blessed.