Sunday, August 29, 2010

Peach Poem

written February 2010
Oh how I long for an August peach
The kind that are so ripe
You can cut it with a butter knife
and it smells like a sunset
and tastes like the Garden of Eden
So good that I think about it
even now
in February.

I will miss you, August.


  1. Really, is there anything better than a fresh peach? I love August too. Beautiful picture!