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.
About the Creator
Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
The Whiskered War
A domestic drama; rather, you're witnessing a millennium-old conflict over the fate of the entire planet (and possibly just a smA titanic struggle between wits and strength has been raging in the shadows for millennia: The Great Nibble vs. The Purrsecution. The cats, the furry fighters, the fascists of the feline world, occupy one corner. In the other, mice make up the squeaky squad, the small militia. The reward? Domination over the entire world (and possibly an especially tasty cheese wheel).
By Richard Weber2 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
Mmmm, peach pie, canned peaches and peach slices in cakes! They're all my favourites and my mouth is watering now! Loved your poem!
A delight to the senses from beginning to end.