(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.