Harvest Moon
I combed my fingers
through corn silk hair
picking watermelon
kisses
and the breeze
rippled
the deep pools
of liquid
flesh
intoxicating
as chardonnay.
The grapes hung
ripe
on the hills
and the valleys
sloped
into shimmering gold
cantaloupe plains.
Beneath
the pumpkin moon’s
spell I feast
in a canyon sweet
oasis
of frangipani
and peppermint.
.
Excerpted from “HeartWood” available December 2016
Richard Rensberry
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Watermelon kisses! I want to be kissed by a watermelon! 😀 I call watermelon slices smiles. 😀
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Best to be kissed by a smile.
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I want watermelon now. Dang it! lol
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Thank you.
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Jason.
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Today we have been blessed with 2 inches of fresh snow. It has covered everything with pure beauty.
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I can taste every word and feel so grateful for this bountiful season!
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Bountiful is as it should be.
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It is my favourite time of year!
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