Friday, January 20, 2023

Summer of 22: Gonna Break the Hairy Skin of Summer’s First Peach (Thanks to Phil Terman)

Dust dry here

Most of the summer. 


Lost a peach tree 

To disease, drought…

A double whammy.


Surviving tree’s handful

Of hairy-skinned, nearly 

Ripe peaches escape the coons. 


Black raspberries a bust, 

Blackberries fared slightly better, 

Apples and grapes may do 

Well enough if we get some rain. 


Dahlias are half the height

This time last year,

Blooms late and sparse. 


Tomatoes late, 

Beets will do well 

With late season rain.

Garlic good. 

Rabbits ate the beans.


Interlopers trapped?

Three skunks, one opossum.

Still on the loose?

Four raccoons, one doe


Gonna bite into that first

Ripe peach, let the juice

Drip down my chin

And grin like a fool.

-Wayne H. Swanger


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