Wish I Could Eat a Pear

I am longing for the spring and panting like a thirsty deer too many days have past since I last felt the sun beneath anemic skies my body shivers in the clear I have not become immune to the cold that winter spun so angling for heat I turn my collar to the wind and shun the whipped willow tree with her gentle arching ways her generous weeping branches frozen in mid air a healthy thrill of scissor skates, a Christmas winter maze perhaps I used to once but now, I got no Bartlett pears and my sciatic pain has grown beyond compare Craving for a slice of heat or a warm wet pool of water I hanker like a hungry squirrel looking for a nut hibernate of night nocturnally tucked away diurnal as the otter perhaps I'm just an old woman falling in a rut wearing double swim suits while being pegged a hoarder I'm longing for the blossoms of yesterday's sweet garden for the roses my father grew inside the lattice square back in the days when I used to wear Elizabeth Arden my braids were long and brown instead of barely there wish it were spring instead of winter, wish I could eat a pear. Feb 12, 2022
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Legros Kelley Avatar
February 13, 2022 at 5:00 PM
Old age is really a pain in the backside, a pain in the neck, and a pain just about every place else. My braids too are thin! My grandbabies hair is thicker than mine by a long shot, I was actually thinking how nice it would be to have a hairpiece braided into my hair to pin up in a pretty bun, just today! Love your poem! :)
Leffanta Avatar
February 13, 2022 at 10:21 AM
"There is a season" and one advantage of old age is that it passes incredibly fast! Aloha!
Roper Avatar
February 12, 2022 at 9:57 PM
Another beautiful verse, Vienna, just stunning. Nature in need , and they are so important to us.
Faulkner Avatar
February 12, 2022 at 5:46 PM
So much here to love, the long days of winter will take their toll, just the other day I had a craving for cherry pie :) Hope you have some nice spring weather soon!
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