In the Lemony light of today,
it felt like we could all drift away,
on meringue puffs, no substance.
With small bitter-sweet pieces of lemon,
to remind us, all is not total sweetness.
There is the sly sour,
the rough skin, intruding on the
shape of the fruit's gifted sweetness.
The wonderful scent of the blossom,
belying the tart, sharp rein of the juice!
Checking unfettered tastebuds,
on a journey of wild possibilities.
The light, the lightness,
the perfume, the sweet memories,
Days gone by, Spring fruit,
There were friends to share the day.
This girl is Lemony, & she cries if you tip her world upside down.
She is very sweet, sad, abandoned,... to another life.
Ah my Son, my beautiful son.
Your gifts & talents, ~treasure.
Thinking only of your pleasure.
Riches without measure.
Grown to perfection.
Stunted, stilted, on rejection.
The sad, misplaced, selection.