Inner Woman Volume 2

The orchard’s boughs

droop more each day

Row on row

they bend and sway

The sun wanes slowly

life given to green

the trees drink

her in, cherries bright sheen

Heavier fruit awaits

her kiss to ripen

the apples and pears

last color to deepen

And peaches so special

they drop from the branches

sweet scent a magnet

succulence drenches

Nectarines, plums

Apricot a mouthful, tart

left to dry,

a summer fruit start

Of autumn’s preserves

Ambrosia for sunless

long nights

of winter’s white dress