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,
......
Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.
Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.
......
down by the peach grove
lush fruit hangs ripe on the tree
fragrance of rose wafts
Morning mist drapes each blossom
like a bride reluctant to wake.
Petals fall in silent confession—
memory’s hush in every drift.
Roots hold secrets of laughter and tears,
a debt of seasons owed to shadows.
Soon, steel will bite bark and bloom
and these ghosts will scatter on the wind.
......
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,
......
down by the peach grove
lush fruit hangs ripe on the tree
fragrance of rose wafts