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...

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Evergreen flavored mantras
did nothing to purge bitter bile from my lips
nor slake the smoldering thirst for a Rosary remedy.
Tick-tock petals unfurled one by one
as your...

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A tepid breeze delicately descends,
embedding a sphere of embers engulfed in saffron flames,
but intrinsic illuminations cannot soothe somber sorrows.
Splashes of persimmon and periwinkle horizons,
turn indigo,...

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Forbidden fruit is sweetest, or that’s what they all say
So I thought I’d give it a try and went for some today
I didn’t know just...

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About the time August loses ardor, he melts into Autumn; she awakens!
Unabashed is she, this uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s...

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NB:  This is a repost, originally deleted.


The vermillion sunset has long dissipated 
Over the marine  persimmon horizon afar.
In the deep subterranean silence of...

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I once saw a man with kaleidoscopic eyes,
reflecting in hues of periwinkle and persimmon.
His heart illuminated in shades of scarlet, 
marigold and clementine,
releasing rainbow ink...

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Earth whispers
I hear her
I am here to receive 
Nuances of flight and discovery
My senses warm with anticipation

Fragments of hope and desire
Pain and loss
Arrive on moonbeams...

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Autumn Fire

About the time August loses ardor – melting into her – she awakens!
Unabashed is she, Autumn’s uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling...

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He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art
Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim,
Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart
And witness to...

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By mid-October, I can always tell
it’s that sweet time when colors are so bright
that if they had aroma, they would smell
like candy corn or cinnamon...

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I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils...

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Oh, to watch the sunset, sitting with my guy,
seeing the persimmon of a summer sky.
Like apricot jam, it’s slathered out and glowing -
glowing like the...

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As an aureolin daybreak streams through the window,
I waken to the face of my beloved in wisteria repose.
Long locks of charcoal hair, silver-streaked,
have fallen through...

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Objurgatory crow lookout
Cawing to obdurate friends
Telling them to flee fall garden
Opossum grins by Persimmon
Because berries gone as are figs
Every animal has eaten fill
Ready now for...

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