Oranges
Sweet like spoonfuls of sugar in each bite,
The juices as cold as the new morning,
Like biting into a fresh summer day
I taste the wondrous bounties of nature.
The smell of your clean peel,
Visions of days past run through my head,
Reliving all the good times,
I see and cherish the cheerful moments.
Average to site and touch,
Yet your peel peels and perfectly pictured you pose.
As orange as the mid-morn sunrise,
Brighter than the Northern star,
You make the gray
Seem only a puddle on the sidewalk.
Taking the first bite,
My tongue enticed,
My mouth watering,
Drowning in the sea
Spilled from the bite,
Such enticing nectar.
The flavor peaks
And I am being consumed
By the tangy waters.
So serene,
So soothing,
The flavor hangs pleasantly in my mouth.
If only ever moment was as fresh,
As tangy,
As fruitful
As the first bite.