Picking Season

How long
will I stand
waiting
for sweetness
to fall
from the branches?

Poised
arms outstretched
mouth
open
in anticipation.

Will I
stand long?

Easier
it would be
to gather them
from beneath
the canopy.

Shall I
save them
before the ground
breaks
their flesh?

Sweet succulence
will not
bruise
their taste.

Shall I pluck them
pulling their stem
cradle
their goodness
in my hands.

Rounded
smooth
perfection awaiting
to know
my lips.
I cannot stand
forever and wait.

Winter comes.

SadieLu

ms. sadie, your work falls so gentle on my soul it's almost as if they are friends.
lovely, tender, trusted friends...

Kevin,
thank you. I miss ER..Your tenderness breathes deeply.

i do as well, i haven't found anywhere else to land as of yet, but still looking...

(((sadie))) i love you and your beautiful way of manipulating simple words the sweetness falls around us every day i've found

everyone is doing well and grands are growing tall i hope...

your words have always danced across the page, leaving me in quiet anticipation of the next....just beautiful

I find I miss you all, the quiet ways that we are drawn so deeply to that place. In many ways, a respite, just to touch again, that is who you are to my soul...thank you, such sweetness

In a brisk moment I felt the whisper's between the vines

Sadie