Pink, Red, White

Apple,

Your pink satin holds a

Blush of deep red and

Traces of spring's pale green.

Apple,

Your red dress hides 

Underclothes laceless

Over flesh of snowy white.

Apple,

Your inner core holds

Treasures of future trees in

Brown capsules of seeds.

Cantaloupe

Cantaloupe

Musky bouquet of garden,

Smell of fresh-turned soil,

Fragrance of spring rain,

Whiff of orange and yellow butterflies,

Perfume of a gardener's prayers,

Scent of sunshine,

Essence of heat.

Stop and smell a cantaloupe.

It is summer.

Tomato Bowl

How many fruits have filled this bowl? 

How many tomatoes? How many apples

Were peeled into it's curves?

Golden honey-scented pears?

How many green beans were served

With new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches?

Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup?

How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries?

I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine?

Did she use it to mix a cake

Batter for her son's seventh birthday?

Did she love it like I do?