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Time for Pears
The liquid moon
Spills its full light down on
Gleaming clusters of early
white blossoms
Reflecting a canopy of
virginal light
From a sultry blue sky
The scarlet sun burns its
rays
On a rippled sea of leaves
Hiding the still green fruit
Then comes quiet September
The enduring tree is
transformed
And lights up noble and
glowing
On the golden eve of the
gathering
As the luminous sun and earth
Again grace us with fruit
And the rhythm of life
Begins to change
J. T. Milford is a retired
CPA who has just completed his first book of poetry.
a poem of lyrical beauty, JT as it expresses so well the great circle of life. It inspires graditude in the reader, and honor and respect for earth of which we are so blessed to be entwined.
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DeleteThere is flow of not only of words but also time passing. It is a pleasure to read, Thank you
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DeleteThanks for sharing your graceful poem filled with lovely imagery! I enjoyed reading it! Good wishes, Chris~
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DeleteYes, this is a lovely reminder of the seasons ahead. Thank you for sharing this poem, JT. :)
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