Wednesday, June 21, 2023

My Orange Tree

 

The image of my son, sunning, eyes closed,

stretched out on a lounge chair,

orange peel piled up on his chest,

 

mimosas in crystal, fresh-squeezed in a cup,

sweet slices with buttered bread for lunch,

 

with bright mini globes

smiling from the green dark

and white petal fragrance

bolder than whispering

 

the names of things we love.

 

 

© 2023 Jennifer Wagner

 

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10 comments:

Helen said...

I love the gentle vibe in your poetry ... You brought it all to life, in living color.

Gillena Cox said...

Nice one Jennifer.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.

Much💚love

Mrityunjay Dixit said...

A calming poem, thanks for sharing.

ben Alexander said...

This is such a very sweet poem, Jennifer. So tender!

Much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com

Merril D. Smith said...

A gentle poem that hits the senses with all that orange taste, scent, feel.

Susan said...

The whole tempo of this poem is calming. Beautiful imagery!

paeansunplugged said...

Lovely, Jennifer! I love the subtle use of colour in your gentle verse.

HJ said...

I love oranges and this is such a beautiful tribute to your orange tree. 🧡

Melissa Lemay said...

Beautiful.

purplepeninportland.com said...

Lovely, and soothing.