seasonal fruit

I see the peach.

it's summer ripeness. the plum
the cherry.

the fall apple.
I know the taste, the juice
of it.

the sweet unchanging
history
of the fruit

that you've come to know
since birth.

a red melon, the orange lope,
the blackberries
making blue
an entire field.

you've known
since the first bite
the smile
your body makes

as the dribble of it runs
down your chin.

each season to its own
fruit.
its own harvest, taking

you home again.