Ode to a Perfect Peach

Peach

Oh, the symphony of senses you reach.

Your round, light-orange grace, Imperfections in every dimple, I embrace.

Closed over the heart of your seed,

Nestled, protective, my senses you feed.

Furry, soft to my gentle touch,

Your aroma, sweet and tangy, I cherish much.

Flashbacks to uncomplicated days arise,

Pure delight in my soul, no disguise.

The first bite, a sensory treat,

My heart soars, simple and sweet.

Bake you into a pie, I ponder and dream,

With nutmeg, cinnamon, and almonds, oh my.

Oh, the fun in discovering anew,

In you, my simple peach, pure and true.