I try to get outside early in the morning for a walk, often before the sun rises. On my path is a grove of fruit trees. I watch these trees as the season slowly changes to fall. Trees seem to know even before we can feel the air temperature change that fall is on its way. I know the slant of light changes and all that, but I just wish for a little cooler breeze. My husband always says that satsumas (oranges) ripen around the time of the first report card. I wrote a modern haiku in honor of the wet green fruit. Please take a moment to write a small poem in the comments and support other writers.
Sweet fruit of the earth
Margaret Simon, draft
Taste of rain, taste of sun
Abundantly enough
Such a lovely, apparently simple yet quite complex photo.
Shades of green
shapes of growth
shine of the morning sun
over all.
Beautiful. I love the progression from shades to shapes to shine.
Thanks, Susan!
Shades, shapes, shines, love the alliteration.
Thank you, Margaret!
Your alliterating “sh” sounds work well with a new sun filling us all, thanks Carol!
I’m a sucker for alliteration!
Thanks, Margaret. I love the variations of green in your photo. Here’s where my mind went:
The softest green like water flows,
A canvas welcoming my toes.
Citrus ripens gradually,
A promise dangling from the tree.
Stiff leaves pose, so dark and bold
Ready for a web to hold.
In all the treasures I have seen
There is no beauty like Earth’s green.
Lovely rhyming imagery. Thanks for responding.
Lovely rhythm and ending line, thanks Susan!
Susan, in your poem I love your rhyme and your metaphors:
“A canvas welcoming my toes.”
“A promise dangling from the tree.” Excellent ending and I agree with it!
Love “There is no beauty like Earth’s green”
Susan—I love your attention to each detail and each with its complementary “canvas”, “promise”, and readiness for a web. And how true about “Earth’s green.”
Susan—I love your attention to each detail and each with its complementary “canvas”, “promise”, and readiness for a web. And how true about “Earth’s green.”
You captured such beauty in your glowing, gem-filled image Margaret, and your poem satiates all, thanks!
field of sparkling fall
monochrome, we wait for your
loving hand caress…
Michelle Kogan
draft
Michelle, I love your haiku especially the lines “we wait for your / loving hand caress…”
Love “Field of sparkling fall.” I am trying to wait, but it’s hard.
Margaret, I love how the green fruit and leaves shine in your photo. Excellent haiku; I especially love “taste of rain, taste of sun” and your perfect ending. I have been eating a lot of delicious peaches so…
ripe juicy peaches
yellow, orange, red mingle
or dahlias?
©Gail Aldous draft September 2022
Yum, peaches. We don’t usually grow them here, so fresh and juicy ones are hit or miss.
I’m sorry peaches aren’t grown there. Your climate must be too hot for them. Yellow peaches have such a unique taste. Now, white peaches are also grown that are very sweet, but lack the unique peach flavor. However, our youngest daughter prefers the white peaches. Thank you for your inspiration.
Love how the photo and poem sparked an idea about a favorite fruit of yours.
Love your haiku
Kuing back:
a fruit I don’t know
satsumas full of fresh rain
a picture from you
Hi All: Enjoyed all your poems. Thanks everyone, especially Margaret. I also am waiting for cooler breezes. My draft:
graceful curves
of verdant
foliage
shelter
orbs
soon to be
orange
Lovely!
Is that a spiderweb I spy? I wanted to write about it, but the fruit insisted it be the star.
satsuma
cousin to clementine
relative of tangerine
whatever you are
whatever you’re called
juicy goodness awaits
Spider knows –
When sun slows
And fruit goes
Frost grows –
Hide toes.