Eating a Tangerine
eating a tangerine
the skin is decisively breached
sweet juice runs and then
out wafts Christmas long past
here in the midst of August.
the lilacs are gone
retreated back into
their branches to wait
for the tinge of spring
lily leaves droop
after giving their all
pushing forth splendorous scents
from walled gardens.
leaves flap green hellos
but on the wind
Fall's approach brushes the nose
where the sun has kissed.
this orange pebbled box
retainer of festivals past
opens to a merry bell's chime
on a hot Summer night.
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