Best Persimmon Poems
Ode to a Persimmon
Ahhh!
Ripe, juicy, pulpy persimmon…
plump berry, mini orange sun.
Syrupy sweet delicious delight
dangling golden in day’s bright light,
on blue-green leafy branch up high,
glossy under a summer sky.
Fleshy ambrosial enchantress,
nectar of Pomona, fruit goddess.
Like a bee to honey I’m drawn;
your flavor incites me to fawn.
My greedy taste buds you excite,
tempting me to come take a bite.
Dangling golden in day’s bright light,
syrupy sweet delicious delight.
Tempting me to come take a bite,
my greedy taste buds you excite.
Plump berry, mini orange sun…
ripe, juicy, pulpy persimmon.
Ahhh!
08-02-2018
Out hunting in the woods, late in the fall
I came upon a wild persimmon tree
Strewn all around were reddish-yellow balls
A treasure it had dropped, now mine for free
With empty game bag down upon one knee
Inspecting them to make sure they were ripe
I picked them up and squeezed them carefully
Then on my sleeve, I'd give a gentle swipe
And if there's juice enough to leave a stripe
Then in the bag, how mom would be surprised
At least when I got home there'd be no gripe
Because no squirrels met with their demise
Persimmons make the sweetest of preserves
Especially the ones my mama serves
July 14 2017
Spenserian Sonnet
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
squirrels- 2 syllables
(A Slant-rhyme Sonnet)
As autumn treads across our piebald patch,
she drops her frost to shelter, soft as wool,
but brilliant blossoms curl in moonlight watch
and shrink beneath the snap of hoarfrost cool.
Then every critter lodged inside the farm
begins to hide a hoard of winter chow,
use nature’s fabric fluff to cradle warm
and stash in cache beneath the muted show.
Persimmon limbs are bowed with orange loot
which deer desire if hunger leaves them poor.
The frost has signaled time as under foot
true sweetness swells at autumn’s open door.
I rush before the deer, with knife in hand
to read the seed as weather forecast wand.
Simon says jump
Simon says come
Simon says run to me
Simon says kiss me
But Persimmon says no!
Come here with me
Pick me from this tree
Then taste me ‘cuz
I’m super crunchy
Super yummy!
July 2,2017 12.10 pm
The Persimmon Tree
This time of year my feet often turn toward
an old home down the way that now stands empty.
In the back yard there is a weathered persimmon tree
seemingly standing guard over the remnants of the garden.
The copper leaves gradually fall away, one by one,
revealing the golden globes that hang on tightly..
waiting until the last minute to offer themselves to the sleepy earth.
I never fail to find this display astounding,
ornaments hanging from nude branches,
looking for all the world like someone
had placed them there to decorate the season.
I am not alone in wonderment, I often find a
small gathering outside the sagging gate, come to share
the breathtaking beauty of this yearly gift.
Hey! adults and kids
a nourishing remedy!!
please, eat Persimmon!!!
You may like to see Persimmon! Please check the follwoing picture.
https://thefruitnut.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/imgp3169.jpg
Premiere of Persimmon Pureblood
Pennsylvania’s premiere debutante
prettier than a Parisian parasol
persnickety and powdery
poufy, perfumed, perfectly petite
Persimmon practiced her pirouette
pleats parading petals in a perfect circle
love long ago departed;
like persimmon buds; now, just
spring flowers ever parted
in afterglow of young lust.
Where pink flowers did carouse
soft, ripe red fruit heavy hangs
on cold winters empty boughs;
and so induce hunger pangs,
for sweet flesh yet untasted.
persimmon tree reading
nostalgia and dr. seuss
'hop on pop' smiling