Tree of Oranges

A day’s routine so easily holds me captive.
I confess to mindless, museless departures,
Brainless unpoetic habits so unreflective,
That I cannot dwell in momentary textures. 

But January ripens oranges on my neighbor’s tree,
Marking spring’s beginning in California.
Midwestern groomed; such play awakens me.
Fat, lush oranges tumble all over the area.

Bold bright balls, they must be painted,
Landing in my drive, my car mashes them.
With this mortal crush, I breach life sacred.
Yet, once I eat one, it’s no longer a problem.

Tree of oranges brings fruit reviving passion.
Luscious harvest renewal of vibrant conception.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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George Avatar
February 1, 2022 at 9:04 PM
Oranges are such beautiful treat to the palate and an orange tree with globular ripe oranges is a treat to the eye. I feel sad that they get crushed under your wheels. Enjoyed reading !
Wells Avatar
February 4, 2022 at 12:07 AM
Yes, this tree is fecund with all the awakenings of spring and I still feel I have committed some crime by overrunning the oranges with my car. Thank you for your thoughtful reflections, Valsa!
Sambourne Avatar
January 31, 2022 at 8:15 PM
A fine, enticing poem, Thomas. I am now about to reach for a tangerine. The orange is strong metaphor for sun, nature's bounty, fruitfulness. Your poem captures all that + more. Another superb posting, my friend. Cheers Brian
Wells Avatar
February 4, 2022 at 12:15 AM
Thank you again, Brian. I'm so glad my neighbor allows me to pick some oranges from the tree. They truly are delicious. Savor your tangerine, my friend!
Deo Avatar
January 23, 2022 at 10:41 AM
Amen, Dr. Wells. Midwest Poet enjoys CA oranges & inspiration. So many ways to see "eating is no problem" & better than riding over those delic balls. Thx for this gem
Wells Avatar
January 24, 2022 at 11:58 AM
Well said, Anil! It is the simple gifts we experience that make life so worth living. Peace and goodwill, my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
January 22, 2022 at 2:51 PM
Hello Thomas, a tree that has grown oranges in the month of January! Wow! Enjoy the treat. Enjoy your evening my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
January 23, 2022 at 11:57 AM
Hello Thomas, it is amazing to have oranges in January. You are welcome . Enjoy your day my friend.
Wells Avatar
January 22, 2022 at 4:30 PM
Yes, and it happens every year! Thank you for your comment, Darlene. Please be safe and well.
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