"A Crop of Universal Fruition" (Entry 448)

Taste of heavens. 

Solar and juicy. 

Planets ripen in fruity delight. 

(Olive Pluto of different class, but still enjoyed.)

Neptune clustered grape-like, with your moons. 

Succulent watermelon Uranus melts on by. 

Albedo shine of citrus Saturn,

Tumbled by a honeydewed Jupiter. 

Sweet strawberry Mars giggles and glows red in bashful glee. 

Earth, round and tasty. Eve's apple, ready for the picking. 

Venus, beautiful pear, luscious and plump. 

To Mercury's pomegranate. What's important, lies beneath. 

All bask in Sun's glory. 

A basket of perfection in place, their space. A crop of Universal fruition. 

"Taste of Summer" (Entry 297)

Citrus scent wafted through

The warm summer morn.

To stretch and reach the ripening fruit.

"Pithy Comments on Peeling Rind" (Entry 226)

Grip to dimpled thick skin.
But not hard enough to stab the talon and rip open.
Orange revels to reveal the white and blossomed delight.
Rind divine.
Aroma to smell, and upon the tongue.
Enticing, inviting,
Peeled back until flesh bare,
Ready to segment and savour the citrus flavour.
Hunger saviour.

"The Fruits of Our Life's Labours" (Entry 161)

Oranges and apples. In orchards, sun-dabbled.
Strawberries and limes. Remember sweet times.
Bananas and cherries, and succulent berries.
Lemons and pears. Fruits that we shared.

"Flesh" (Entry 67)

I roll the pale green grape between thumb and forefinger
and feel the slight - give - of flesh,
yielding but resisting,
at the first point of ripeness.

I concentrate as I rub
and play
with its perfect imperfect shape.

As I bring it towards my lips
light reflects causing
the sea-washed bottle green skin to fade
to almost translucency seeming to show
the veined pulsing goodness beneath.

Teeth on skin to graze and -
Bite!
Juice bursts forth to spill on tongue.
A single vine-berry's delight.