Basswood Poems | Examples

The First of Many Smiles

Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun,

hidden behind the pale white summer flowers,

up in that old basswood tree out back

Splish splash splish 

 sounds of the sprinkler 

water the now lush green grass

smells of freshly popped popcorn

fragrantly blow in the warm west wind

reminding me that today is the farmer's market.

I head on over and I'm instantly overwhelmed 

by vibrant deep red vine-ripe tomatoes

an abundance of yellow and white bi-color corn

 bright bushels of green sweet peepers,

(I'm definitely stuffing some tonight).

there are dark purple plums

Macintosh and Granny Smith apples

and my favorite,

delicious, mouth watering, succulent peaches.

That's when I see her

her long dark hazel hair 

brushing her exposed smooth shoulder

standing right there

picking out that perfect peach

I sidle up and ask her how she knows

how she knows which one is ripe

she grabs my hand ( I nearly faint)

and shows me how to grip one

squeezing just right

not too soft

not to tight

flirting and exploring 

laughing and enjoying 

 the first of many smiles

lasting throughout that night