Fruit Poems
The Still Hours
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Purple plums were on the table,
With darkest grapes colored sable,
A vase of roses near the door,
Wafting fragrancy like before.
The dawn sun glowed at the windows,
A dreaming world on soft pillows,
The premature clock chimed the hour,
Like fondest hopes before they sour!
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Cherries Jubilee
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
As I walked the green path down Orchard Way,
To my great joy birds sang while on the wing,
As they ate plump carmine cherries buffet,
While the cerise sun itself was bleeding!
I joined their fun after plucking a bunch,
Enjoying sights and sounds of coming night.
The world of color ends with a still punch,
Splashing beauty with all its gentle might!
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Blackberry Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sweet and succulent upon the trailing vine,
On an impulse I picked luscious blackberries,
In the gold of summer, under the ivory clouds,
Blue petals were falling, autumn approaching,
And my lips were stained like twilight night,
In high summer hours, awaiting apricot flowers!
In the lazy days, somewhat opposed to change,
Fragrances drifted, both familiar and strange.
I went for a short walk, but ended miles away,
Listening to so many things nature had to say.
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Peaches
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the orchard's warm embrace,
sunlight drips like honey,
peaches, blushing,
their skin soft as a lover's touch,
each one a promise of summer.
Fingers brush against velvet,
pluck the ripest,
juice runs like laughter,
filling the spaces between moments,
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Vibrant Blue
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dramatic skies of blue-gray clouds,
Before the rains that evening shrouds.
Fresh blueberries, forget me nots,
Bracing waves when the weather's hot!
Twilight bluejay, in search of night,
Prancing peacock, vanity's delight!
The earth itself, and also Neptune,
Ripe juicy grapes of morning June.
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Strawberry Autumn
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
plump red strawberries
the kind we knew last red dusk
when time inched by brusque
garnet stars flash on
scarlet leaves and cardinals
mars phenomenal
crimson dragonflies
when fruitful days are going
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Peaches
by Everleigh Blackburn
In the orchard's warm embrace,
sunlight drips like honey,
peaches, blushing,
their skin soft as a lover's touch,
each one a promise of summer.
Fingers brush against velvet,
pluck the ripest,
juice runs like laughter,
filling the spaces between moments,
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I Love To Bake Pie!
by Everleigh Blackburn
In a cozy kitchen, I find my bliss
Mixing flour, sugar, butter with a gentle kiss
Rolling out dough with loving care
Filling it with fruit, a treat so rare
The scent of cinnamon fills the air
As I bake my pie with love and flair
Golden crust, bubbling fruit inside
A masterpiece of flavour, my joy and pride
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Fruit
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Less deciduous than the rest of the tropical fruits,
Almond,
Wayward Almond of parched wine of Burgundy,
You were forbidden...
The forbidden fruit of Shell Camp,
How are thy crimson mesocarps?
Traipses to Alvan never were in vain.
Clustering in cloyed versions of yielding
Balls, budding breasts of frayed boughs,
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Nuances of Pink
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Water lily lake
in hot pink epoch of sun
Coral lilies bob
Fuchsia flight, dusk melodies
Salmon rose sends scents
Moonlight lake gleams, as
skies darken to amaranth
Pink daisy twilight
Gathering sweet raspberries
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