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| photo by PSC / 2012 |
Clementine
Cupping this clementine -- sweet juicy citrus
from three thousand miles east of
this bitter winter afternoon
(insistent crystals pestering my window,
ticking, clicking on the glass pane)
I close my eyes, inhale, and suddenly
I’m sojourning in Mallorca, Madrid, Morocco
overlooking the Mediterranean Sea --
(no longer needing to cajole myself
to dress warmly, walk outside,
while all I really want is to hunker down
with hot chocolate, cozy quilt, good book)
Pamela, like this little poem on the clementine! I just finished eating one of them when I came across your poem.
ReplyDeleteI try to buy local but citrus fruits just don't thrive in southern Ontario! My mother told me that she was thrilled to receive an orange at Christmas--our world has changed so much.
Awww, thanks, Patricia! That's when I wrote it -- while enjoying one of those little cuties! Yum! So true about how the world has changed through technological advances. Hard to imagine any of the kids I know today being thrilled to find an orange in their Christmas stocking. ;-)
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