(all photos by Jane Heitman Healy (c) 2011)
If you follow this blog in late summer, you know I love peaches from Western Colorado. So when teacher-poet Janet Clare Fagal submitted these poems, my mouth watered! Enjoy the poem, leave a comment for Janet, and enjoy a fresh peach when you get a chance.
After Spring Comes Summer: A Trio of Peachy Poems
Rub, squeeze, chomp, sip
sweet fleshy globe.
Golden-pink like sunset.
Slips down your throat
cool as night.
Feels like summer.
Refreshes.
Silky summer
fruit
poised in the farmstand
basket.
Piled high, plump,
delicious.
Peaches!
Swirled like pearls,
soft and plump,
round like globes,
gone in gulps.
Thanks, Jane, for sharing my poetry today. Puts me in a summery mood and we don't even have spring yet. Your photos make me drool. I can't wait for delicious peach pie a la mode.
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I got hooked on peaches when I lived in Western Colorado and am fortunate that we have local outlets here that carry them. I buy at least 1 lug every year. Yum! Thanks for the poems and comments.
DeleteLove them all, but that Peach Cobbler's 'swirled pearls' is perfect. My daughter's peach tree is blooming! Thanks, Jane & Janet!
ReplyDeleteI liked that image, too, Linda B. Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteJust seeing this, Linda! Thanks as always for your insightful comments. Janet
Delete"Rub, squeeze, chomp, sip/ sweet, fleshy globe..." fabulous word choice, dear Janet. This made my mouth water. Yummy! Painting with words--that's what good poets do! Bravo!
ReplyDeletePainting with words, indeed, Vida! Janet has done a marvelous job of making us hunger for late-summer peaches! Thanks for your comments.
DeleteJust finding this! Such a lovely comment and even better coming from you dear, Vida!!! Thanks.
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