God, in the dead of winter
Who would have thought it?
It could have been
Apples or plums
It wasn't though.
Just had to be raspberries and peaches!
Plums,
Apples
A half rotten pear
Now that would have been a reprieve!
How about a grapefruit,
Banana
Something with a sense of carnality?
Now that would have made me smile
At least for a minute or two.
May have had some hope
In the dead of winter.
Some brightness at the end of the tunnel.
But this!
Hairy Fruit!
My God!
Less like a stay of execution
More like a cruel joke,
(With two months more of winter)
I slice the peaches
I put the raspberries in a bowl
Sprinkle a little sugar on top
Pour in a little milk
I sit by the table
Stare out the window
Watch the snow
Fill up my yard
Again
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